The trail to the water leads down under a basaltic cliff perhaps thirty or forty feet high, as I remember the spot, which I visited about six years later.

As the unfortunate men turned to come up from filling their canteens, they were shot down from ambush.

In consequence I have called this the Ambush Water-pocket.* The guns, clothing, etc., were appropriated by the Shewits, and I believe it was through one of the watches that the facts first leaked out.

I have always had a lurking suspicion that the Shewits were glad of an excuse (if they had one at the time) for killing the men.

When I was there they were in an ugly mood and the night before I got to the camp my guide, a Uinkaret, and a good fellow, warned me to be constantly on my guard or they would steal all we had.