I had thought of going back for more, and then it occurred to me that I might profitably give some of my leisure to the Rooirand.

I could see the wall of the mountains quite clear to the north, within an easy day's ride.

So one morning I packed enough food for a day or two, tied my sleeping-bag on my saddle, and set off to explore, after appointing the elder of the Dutchmen foreman of the job in my absence.
It was very hot jogging along the native path with the eternal olive-green bush around me.

Happily there was no fear of losing the way, for the Rooirand stood very clear in front, and slowly, as I advanced, I began to make out the details of the cliffs.

At luncheon-time, when I was about half-way, I sat down with my Zeiss glass--my mother's farewell gift--to look for the valley.