They were worn into deep gullies, into which our horses fell and over which they stumbled.

Long before reaching Ajuno I felt convinced that we had missed the road, but we floundered on, and never was sight more welcome than the light of fires shining through the cane walls of the wretched huts of that miserable town.

Here there was a final council regarding resting for the night.

The whole party, except myself, considered Ajuno as a capital resting-place.

All yielded, however, and we continued on our way.