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the bold and romantic mountain pass of Sesetabie, in a 

 range of lofty eminences, in which Kulenberg river has , 

 its rise. We encamped at its foot for one night and then 

 followed the course of the stream to cross the range. It 

 danced and glimmered down a rocky channel, forming a 

 beautiful succession of bubbling streams and leaping cas- 

 cades. As we advanced up the gorge, the path grew so 

 narrow, that the wagons could scarcely pass between the 

 rocky brink of the stream and the rugged side of the 

 mountain which towered in accessible grandeur on our 

 left. Large masses of granite rock obstructed our progress 

 through this wild and lonely pass, and we had great diffi- 

 culty in rolling them out of our way. At the noisy junc- 

 tion of two streams we encamped a little after noon ; and 

 there remained until next morning, in order to rest our 

 jaded oxen. During the night our dreams were made 

 musical by the most terrible concerts of lions and hyenas 

 I had yet heard. 



The next morning, we resumed our march, crossed a 

 rocky ridge, and then found ourselves in a more level 

 country, very wild, but possessing many beautiful features. 

 It was about noon, when, as Mr. Barrill and I were re- 

 turning to the wagon track after an unsuccessful chase 

 after some hartebeeste, our "sight was first brightened 

 by a view of the giraffe, or cameleopard. Happening to 

 sast my eyes at a grove of parasol-topped acacia trees, 



