The monkey-like Hottentot sat in front and directed the camel, while I accommodated myself as best I could on the sheepskins behind.

Luckily they were thick and soft, for Jana's pinch was not exactly that of a lover.
Off we went, picking our way carefully till we reached the elephant track beyond the mound where Jana had appeared, which, in the light of faith, we hoped would lead us to the River Tava.

Here we made better progress, but still could not go very fast because of the holes made by the feet of Jana and his company.

Soon we had left the cemetery behind us, and lost sight of the lake which I devoutly trusted I might never see again.
Now the track ran upwards from the hollow to a ridge two or three miles away.

We reached the crest of this ridge without accident, except that on our road we met another aged elephant, a cow with very poor tusks, travelling to its last resting place, or so I suppose.