Indaba-zimbi, who led us, was never at a loss, he turned up gulleys and struck across necks of hills with the certainty of a hound on a hot scent.

At length, after about three hours' march, we came to a big silent valley on the northern slope of the great peak.

On one side of this valley was a series of stony koppies, on the other rose a sheer wall of rock.

We marched along the wall for a distance of some two miles.

Then suddenly Indaba-zimbi halted.
"There is the place," he said, pointing to an opening in the cliff.