According to our usual plan of marching, by early dawn our camp was in motion.

After a cup of coffee and a bit of biscuit we were on the way.

The air was deliciously cool, and the path a little easier than that of yesterday.

We passed a number of villages, occupying very picturesque spots among the hills, and in a few hours gained the upper terrace, 3000 feet above the level of the sea.

The plateau lies west of the Milanje mountains, and its north-eastern border slopes down to Lake Shirwa.