It was a difficult job, for to get the sidelong view of the cliff I had to scramble through the undergrowth of the slopes again, and even a certain way up the kranzes.

At length I got my bearings, and fixed the place by some tall trees in the bush.

Then I descended and walked westwards.
Suddenly, as I neared the place, I heard the strangest sound coming from the rocks.

It was a deep muffled groaning, so eerie and unearthly that for the moment I stood and shivered.

Then I remembered my river of yesterday.