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through dirt and slabbiness. Nor was there on all 

 this ground so much as one inn or victualling house 

 wherein to refresh the feebler sort. Here, there- 

 fore, was nothing but grunting, and puffing, and 

 sighing. While one tumbleth over a bush, another 

 sticks fast in the dirt ; and the children, some of 

 them, lost their shoes in the mire, while one cries 

 out, " I am down," and another, " Ho! where are 

 you }" and a third, " The bushes have got such a 

 fast hold on me, I think I cannot get away from 

 them." ' The description is so true that one is 

 tempted to believe that, if he had not been there 

 himself, John Bunyan must have met some one who 

 had travelled to Ruwenzori. But, unlike his little 

 band of pilgrims, we did not come to ' an arbour, 

 warm, and promising much refreshing,' called ' The 

 Slothful's Friend.' The end of our day's journey 

 was a steep black precipice, 400 or 500 feet high, 

 called Kichuchu. At the foot of the precipice, 

 which in one place was slightly overhanging, we 

 found a small space, a few yards only in extent, of 

 comparatively dry ground. It quaked ominously, like 

 thin ice, at a heavy tread, but one does not employ 

 the ordinary standards of wet and dry in such places. 

 There was not room enough to pitch a tent, so we 

 unfurled our beds and laid them close to the foot of 

 the cliff, and as far as might be from the constant 

 cascade of water, which splashed into pools from the 

 overhanging rock. 



The most notable feature of the camp at Kichuchu 



