The Cataracts of King George 



of Marchand. Here we received a warm- 

 hearted welcome from Mr Theodore Sterrenberg, 

 warden of the irrigation furrows on Paarden 

 Island. The rest of the road is over a switch- 

 back country of glittering rocks and glaring 

 river sand. It was no wonder that we were 

 glad to rest and refresh ourselves at the lonely 

 inn at Rhenosterkop, where we left our motor, 

 which had borne us bravely through two 

 hundred miles of sand and shrub and stone. 

 Here the enterprising and patriotic manager, 

 taking a kindly interest in our trip, stated that 

 hereafter his winkel would be known as " King 

 George's Hotel." From this point we travelled 

 by Cape cart, passing a little group of Korannas 

 who had made their home under the branches 

 of a solitary tree, until at last we reached the 

 farmhouse of Rooipad. 



Here we slept that night, and next morning 

 shouldered our boat and started for the falls. 

 The boat was loaned to us through the kindness 

 of a friend at Kakamas, who rowed it down the 

 river as far as the village of Marchand, whence 

 it was conveyed by ox-waggon to Rooipad. It 

 was the first time that a boat had ever been 

 employed to reach the Great Falls. 



It now devolved upon us to carry the boat 

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