We learned that he had been a half-caste, who had died on his way back from Matiamvo.
As we were now alone, and sure of being on the way to the abodes of civilization, we went on briskly.
On the 30th we came to a sudden descent from the high land, indented by deep, narrow valleys, over which we had lately been traveling.

It is generally so steep that it can only be descended at particular points, and even there I was obliged to dismount, though so weak that I had to be led by my companions to prevent my toppling over in walking down.

It was annoying to feel myself so helpless, for I never liked to see a man, either sick or well, giving in effeminately.

Below us lay the valley of the Quango.

If you sit on the spot where Mary Queen of Scots viewed the battle of Langside, and look down on the vale of Clyde, you may see in miniature the glorious sight which a much greater and richer valley presented to our view.