"Let's look at your horse.

If it is lamed you will have to ride Imagination back to the wagon which must be six miles away, that is if we can find it before dark." Sighing out something about a painfully practical mind, he obeyed, and when the beast was proved to be nothing more than blown and a little bruised, made remarks as to the inadvisability of dwelling on future evil events, which I reminded him had already been better summed up in the New Testament.
After this we contemplated the carcasse of the wildebeeste which it seemed a pity to leave to rot.

Just then Anscombe, who had moved a few yards to the right out of the shadow of an obstructing tree, exclaimed-- "I say, Quatermain, come here and tell me if I have been knocked silly, or if I really see a quite uncommon kind of house built in ancient Greek style set in a divine landscape." "Temple to Diana, I expect," I remarked as I joined him on the further side of the tree.
I looked and rubbed my eyes.

There, about half a mile away, situated in a bay of the sweeping hills and overlooking the measureless expanse of bush-veld beneath, was a remarkable house, at least for those days and that part of Africa.

To begin with the situation was superb.