So we cheerfully said good-by to the Elgonyi guides and slowly climbed the rock rim and started for the unknown.
[Photograph: A Deserted Wanderobo Village] [Photograph: Where We Had Our Thanksgiving Day Lunch] For two days we climbed downward, sometimes along ancient elephant trails and sometimes along the sheep trails made by the flocks of mountain tribes.

Several times we came upon deserted Wanderobo villages, and it was evident the natives who occupied them were abandoning their homes in terror before our descending column.

Sometimes we groped our way through great forests in which there was no trail to follow, and sometimes we cut our way through dense jungle thickets like a solid wall of vegetation.
[Drawing: _Galloping Lions_] Upon several occasions we came to impassable places where an abrupt cliff would necessitate a tiresome return and a new attempt.

Once we came to a little clearing in the vast forest where the grass was like a lawn and where towering trees rose like the arches of a great cathedral a hundred feet above.

It was the most beautiful, serene and majestic spot I have ever seen.