Flanking the precipice beneath beetling rocks, stand the guardian deities of Mondo; and on altars before them, are placed the propitiatory offerings of the traveler.
To the right of the brink of the precipice, and far over it, projects a narrow ledge.

The test of legitimacy in the Ohonoo monarchs is to stand hereon, arms folded, and javelins darting by.
And there in his youth Uhia stood.
"How felt you, cousin ?" asked Media.
"Like the King of Ohonoo," he replied.

"As I _shall_ again feel; when King of all Mardi.".