The gorge was long and narrow, and the moment we entered it there rose from every side a sound of groaning and barking that was almost enough to deafen us.

I knew what it was at once: the whole place was filled with baboons, which clambered down the rocks towards us from every direction, and in a manner that struck me as being unnaturally fearless.

Stella turned a little pale and clung to my arm.
"It is very silly of me," she whispered.

"I am not at all nervous, but ever since they killed Hendrik I cannot bear the sight of those animals.
I always think that there is something human about them." Meanwhile the baboons drew nearer, talking to each other as they came.
Tota began to cry, and clung to Stella.

Stella clung to me, while I and Indaba-zimbi put as bold a front on the matter as we could.