To north and south I marked the sweep of the Berg, now rising high to a rocky peak and now stretching in a level rampart of blue.

On the very edge of the plateau where the road dipped for the descent stood the shanties of Blaauwildebeestefontein.

The fresh hill air had exhilarated my mind, and the aromatic scent of the evening gave the last touch of intoxication.

Whatever serpent might lurk in it, it was a veritable Eden I had come to.
Blaauwildebeestefontein had no more than two buildings of civilized shape; the store, which stood on the left side of the river, and the schoolhouse opposite.

For the rest, there were some twenty native huts, higher up the slope, of the type which the Dutch call rondavels.
The schoolhouse had a pretty garden, but the store stood bare in a patch of dust with a few outhouses and sheds beside it.