I prayed earnestly to God to show me His mercy, for if ever man was sore bested by the heathen it was I.
To my surprise, Laputa chose to show himself on the green hill-shoulder.

He looked towards the Wolkberg and raised his hands.
It must have been some signal.

I cast my eyes back on the road we had come, and I thought I saw some figures a mile back, on the edge of the Letaba gorge.

He was making sure of my return.
By this time it was about four in the afternoon, and as heavenly weather as the heart of man could wish.

The meadows were full of aromatic herbs, which, as we crushed them, sent up a delicate odour.
The little pools and shallows of the burns were as clear as a Lothian trout-stream.