A FINE WATERFALL 



lay through large patches of jungle and across several 

 streams, as we completed the detour necessary to get 

 round the heads of the Gomier and Amgober streams, 

 tributaries of the Takazzu, which lower down flow 

 through deep rocky gorges. The mules were so done 

 up, that we had to camp on very uneven ground, just 

 above the spot where the river Amgober makes a 

 sheer leap of over 300 feet down the face of a precipice. 

 All round was splendid rock-scenery, and I spent the 

 afternoon climbing to the various summits and enjoying 

 the view. A Shum, who was passing down the road, 

 stopped to visit me, and being much put out to find that 

 I had no guide, sent off a messenger to the nearest 

 headman to procure one, and also to inform Balambaras 

 Mineywab of my approach. 



