seemed reasonable to think that, as we had been out 

 for pretty nearly two hours and going fast for most 

 of the time, it would take almost as long to get back 

 again. 



I had not once noticed our direction or looked at 

 the sun, yet when it came to making for camp again 

 the idea of losing the way never occurred to me. I 

 had not the slightest doubt about the way we had 

 come, and it seemed the natural thing to go back 

 the same way. 



A short distance from where we finally gave up the 

 chase there was a rise crowned by some good-sized 

 rocks and bare of trees ; it was not high enough to 

 be fairly called a kopje, but I climbed it on chance 

 of getting a view of the surrounding country to 

 see, if possible, how far we had come. The rise was 

 not sufficient, however, to give a view ; there was 

 nothing to be seen, and I sat down on the highest 

 rock to rest for a few minutes and smoke a cigarette. 



It is over twenty years since that day, but that 

 cigarette is not forgotten, and the little rise where 

 we rested is still, to me, Cigarette Kopje. I was 

 so thoroughly wet from the heat and hard work that 

 the matches in the breast pocket of my shirt were all 

 damp, and the heads came off most of them before 

 one was gently coaxed into giving a light. Five 

 minutes rest was enough. We both wanted a drink, 

 but there was no time then to hunt for water in such 

 a dry part as that, so off we started for camp and jogged 

 along for a good time, perhaps half an hour. Then 

 little by little I began to feel some uncertainty 



