Fine Waterfall 



way back from Kumba to Hunga by a new path, 

 avoiding some big ranges which we would other- 

 wise have had to cross, to our surprise we heard 

 the sound of falh'ng water. CHmbing to the 

 top of a valley, we looked over the ridge and 

 suddenly found ourselves gazing at a magnificent 

 waterfall over a hundred feet in height. The 

 unexpectancy lent additional interest, and we all sat 

 down to watch the mass of water issuing from a 

 dark and cavernous hole out of the rocky cliff, and 

 falling precipitously down into a small deep pool at 

 the base, which surged with a furious, boiling hiss. 

 There was something peculiarly seductive about the 

 scene, as we gazed for some time at it, fascinated 

 into silence. My own thoughts were wondering for 

 how many ages that ceaseless torrent had poured 

 continually over the cliff, and whether we were the 

 first white men to have seen it. Probably, at some 

 future date, people would come from a distance to 

 behold a much-talked-of sight in the Wa Ruchigga 

 Hills, at a time when all this terra incognita shall 

 have been carefully surveyed and mapped, and the 

 present disputed ownership settled. 



I took several photographs before we continued 

 on our way. One of these has been reproduced. 



The next day, as I was doing advanced guard, I 

 halted and encamped at a splendid spot overlooking 

 a fairly extensive lake about eight miles from Hunga 

 Hill. Hippopotamus abounded in goodly numbers, 

 and so four of us agreed to go round it during the 

 afternoon in search of sport. Two went the right 



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