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rugged and grander series of chambers and arches than at 
the northern end, but the beautiful outlines were wanting. 
Just at the mouth of the cavern the river fell a few feet 
over a mass of broken arches. The mountain had been 
broken down somewhat, so as to form a semi-circle about 
the exit of the river; but all around, like radii from the 
central arch, were to be seen the tunnels, winding in all 
directions beneath the great arches forty feet high. 
No one who may in future years visit these caves will 
ever accuse me of having exaggerated their wonderful 
beauty. 
We soon overtook the camels, and continued on fast to 
Ginea, which we reached at twilight, after marching con- 
tinually all day. A great reception awaited us. I sent 
two of my boys ahead to inform Wal-da-Gubbra we were 
coming, when we were only a mile from his village; but 
in the short time allowed him he collected a body of a 
hundred soldiers under arms, who met us just as we 
reached the village, and escorted us with great show to 
our old camping-ground. Besides the soldiers, crowds of 
natives came to meet us, and we had to undergo much 
hand-kissing, as we met many old friends. We spent the 
next day in the village, making ourselves miserable talking 
to the inquisitive natives, who would not allow us a 
moment’s quiet. I kept continually dispensing medicines 
and giving medical advice. When I told the interpreter, 
Hazach Jarro, I could give him no more of my precious 
quinine, he tried to induce me to part with a few grains 
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only, by offering me a beautiful slave girl as a permanent 
eift. 
The people believed they were giving us a royal recep- 
tion, and we were obliged to look pleased; but secretly we 
were annoyed at the idea that Wal-da-Gubbra was trying 
to induce us to turn back from our journey. We had a 
