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below it was another ridge, notorious even here for 

 being bad going. As I had to give my own names 

 to places, I called it the Mushroom Eidge, from a 

 quaint-shaped rock upon it. Further on again the 

 cliff ran out once more. Its extreme point, quite 

 detached, was a curious rock, perhaps eight 

 hundred feet high, and exactly the shape of a 

 seated human figure. Eeaders familiar with the 

 pictures of Mr. Eider Haggard's " Ghost Moun- 

 tain " will know what I mean. This had a native 

 name, Zeleni Pas (Green Dog, I suppose), and 

 opposite its further end was a detached peak quite 

 away from the main ridge and towards the plain, 

 called the Velikigradac. The ground between this 

 and the Mushroom Eidge was a mass of wildly 

 chaotic rocks, which I called the Bad Lands. 

 Opposite the Velikigradac, across a deep valley, 

 was another peak, the Maligradac, from which 

 another long ridge ran down to near my camp. 

 Not a mile further on came the Botin peak, and 

 nearly under it two deep valleys ran under the 

 main cliff, like two V's, so x. I never went 

 much further, the ground being desperately diffi- 

 cult and broken, and also a long way fro in camp. 



Although I never, except on three occasions 

 when I had friends with me and particularly 

 wanted to see them, walked up to the clifls without 

 seeing chamois, I came to the conclusion that 

 there were not many on the ground. I estimated 



