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river grew more and more tumultuous ; the path 

 became rugged and broken, winding in and out 

 amongst the rocks and boulders, between the 

 bushes and high grass, now up the steep side 

 of a hill, now along the ridge joining this offshoot 

 to the main range overlooking the river, ever 

 mounting higher till we found ourselves on the 

 top of Akiko Mountain. This bold rock, which 

 stands some two thousand feet above the Nile 

 bed, breasts the driving wind and seems to 

 command the storm. The rushing clouds halt 

 in their mad course upon its crest, and curl in 

 sullen impotence around its craggy summits. 

 The deep ravine, at the bottom of which the 

 river foams and boils, formed by the Aronzi 

 Mountains, is filled with the vanquished mist 

 which sinks powerless in its dark gorge ; and 

 the bright sun, shining from the east, spreads a 

 perpetual rainbow upon the gauze-like cloud of 

 fog which settles in the deep hollow. 



We spent one night on Akiko, sheltered in a 

 quiet corner which looked as if it had been made 

 expressly for my tent, and from which the view 

 was glorious. I sank to sleep, but, being at a 

 higher altitude than usual, I kept on waking up, 

 till at last I dressed and set forth to see the sun 

 rise from the crest. 



For a few moments all sounds seem to have 

 sunk to rest, till the distant, grating roar of a be- 

 lated lion warns the weary porter whose duty it is 



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