The sounds breaking out so unexpectedly in the silent night were enough to freeze the blood in one's veins.

I never heard such frantic screams--like those that might come from a torture-chamber.
One of the porters had become infuriated by one of the _totos_--small boys who go along to help the porters--and had started in to beat him.
The boy was probably more frightened than hurt, but the matter was one demanding instant punitive action.

So Abdi immediately inflicted it in a most satisfying manner.
Once more the silence of the mountain fell upon the camp, but it was hours before the shock to one's senses could be forgotten.

I never before, nor never again expect to hear screams more harrowing or terrifying.
The next day a Martian sitting upon his planet with a powerful glass might have seen the amazing sight of three horses, one mule, two bullocks, a goat, and a sheep, preceded and followed by over a hundred human beings, painfully creep over the rim of the crater and breathlessly pause before the great panorama of Africa that lay stretched out for hundreds of miles on all sides.

It was as though an army had ascended Mont Blanc, and thus Hannibal crossing the Alps was repeated on a small scale.
Leaving our horses on the rim of the crater, a few of us climbed the highest peak, fourteen thousand three hundred and seventy-five feet high, as registered by my aneroid barometer, and stood where very few had stood before.