As usual, the country alternated between open stones at the foot of the hills and dense scrubs beyond.

I thought one of the beds of scrubs I got into the densest I had ever seen, it was actually impenetrable without cutting one's way, and I had to turn around and about in all directions.

I had the greatest difficulty to get the horse I was leading to come on at all; I had no power over him whatever.

I could not use either a whip or a stick, and he dragged so much that he nearly pulled me out of my saddle, so that I could hardly tell which way I was going, and it was extremely difficult to keep anything like a straight course.

Night overtook me, and I had to encamp in the scrubs, having travelled nearly forty miles.