flesh of a buck that I had been fortunate enough to shoot
upon their fringe. Then we pushed forward up the slope, proposing to
camp for the night on the crest of it a mile or so away where I thought
we should escape from the deadly mist in which we had been enveloped for
so long, and obtain a clear view of the country ahead.

Following the bank of a stream which here ran down into the marsh, we
came at length to this crest just as the sun was sinking. Below us lay
a deep valley, a fold, as it were, in the skin of the mountain, well
but not densely bushed. The woods of this valley climbed up the mountain
flank for some distance above it and then gave way to grassy slopes that
ended in steep sides of rock, which were crowned by a black and frowning
precipice of unknown height.

There was, I remember, something very impressive about this towering
natural wall, which seemed to shut off whatever lay beyond the gaze of
man, as though it veiled an ancient mystery. Indeed, the aspect of it
thrilled me, I knew not why. I observed, however, that at one point in
the mighty cliff there seemed to be a narrow cleft down which, no doubt,
lava had flowed in a remote age, and it occurred to me that up this
cleft ran a roadway, probably a continuation of that by which we had
threaded the swamp. The fact that through my glasses I could see herds
of cattle grazing on the slopes of the mountain went to confirm this
view, since cattle imply owners and herdsmen, and search as I would, I
could find no native villages on the slopes. The inference seemed to be
that those owners dwelt beyond or within the mountain.

All of these things I saw and pointed out to Robertson in the light of
the setting sun.

Meanwhile Umslopogaas had been engaged in selecting the spot where we
were to camp for the night. Some soldierlike instinct, or perchance some
prescience of danger, caused him to choose a place particularly suitable
to defence. It was on a steep-sided mound that more or less resembled a
gigantic ant-heap. Upon one side this mound was protected by the stream
which because of a pool was here rather deep, while at the back of it
stood a collection of those curious and piled-up water-worn rocks that
are often to be found in Africa. These rocks, lying one upon another
like the stones of a Cyclopean wall, curved round the western side of
the mound, so that practically it was only open for a narrow space,
say thirty or forty feet, upon that face of it