Perhaps you know the place, my father.

In it is a great and strange mountain.

It is haunted also, and named the Ghost Mountain, and on the top of it is a grey peak rudely shaped like the head of an aged woman.

Here in this wild place we must sleep, for darkness drew on.

Now we soon learned that there were many lions in the rocks around, for we heard their roaring and were much afraid, all except Umslopogaas, who feared nothing.