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two precipitous walls of black lava; foam was churned 

 and thrown high into the air, and the leaping, tumbling, 

 frothing stream had a really wild and savage aspect. This 

 place we named Chanler Falls. We pitched our camp 

 five miles below the falls, at which point the river again 

 peacefully wended its way between rows of tall palms. 



Chanler Falls 



While the men were building a camp, I went in search 

 of meat. We were sorely in need of it; and as Lieu- 

 tenant von Hohnel had fallen and injured his knee so 

 badly as to incapacitate him for hunting, all prospect 

 of satisfying my hungry men centred in the presence 

 of game and the accuracy of my single rifle. I found 

 game plentiful, but the country was too open to get 

 within range of it. I walked three miles, led along by 



