Topar seeing us determined, got into a state of alarm almost bordering on frenzy; he kept shouting out "kerno, kerno," "rocks, rocks," and insisted that we should all be killed.

This however had no effect on us, and we continued to move towards a spur, the ascent of which appeared to be less difficult than any other point of the hills.

We reached its base at 10 a.m., and had little trouble in taking the cart up.

On gaining the top of the first rise, we descended into and crossed a valley, and ascending the opposite side found ourselves on the summit of the range, the surface being much less broken than might have been anticipated, insomuch that we had every hope that our progress amongst the hills would be comparatively easy; but in pushing for the one I wished to ascend, our advance was checked by a deep ravine, and I was obliged to turn towards another hill of nearly equal height on our left.

We descended without much difficulty into a contiguous valley, but the ascent on the opposite side was too rough for the cart.