Of these we ate thankfully enough.

A little farther on we perceived huts perched on an inaccessible place in a kloof.

Also their inhabitants perceived us, for they ran away as though in a great fright.
Still we did not try to approach the huts, not knowing how we should be received.

After my sojourn in Simba Town I had become possessed of a love of life in the open.
For another two hours I limped forward with pain and grief--by now I was leaning on Hans' shoulder--up an endless, uncultivated rise clothed with euphorbias and fern-like cycads.

At length we reached its top and found ourselves within a rifle shot of a fenced native village.