Chap. LXIII. A CASCADE. 
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On returning from this encampment to Bone, being 
misled by a man who professed to know the district, 
which for the most part consists of swampy ground, 
we fell into a dangerous bog, and made our way with 
great difficulty. We were also visited by a very 
heavy thunder-storm in the evening, which swamped 
the whole country, killed one of my camels, and ren- 
dered our night's rest very uncomfortable. In con- 
sequence of this violent rain our road the next day, 
on our way to the Tawarek, was very bad, and we 
had great difficulty in avoiding the swamps ; but 
I was rewarded by the picturesque aspect of the 
scenery, a rich cascade rushing down over the steep 
cliffs of the mountain, from a height of about two 
hundred feet, and forming at the bottom a powerful 
torrent, which swept along through a fine border 
of vegetation in the direction of B6ne. The poor 
independent inhabitants of that mountain had left 
their stone cottages and caves on the slope of the 
steep cliffs, and were busy, after the fertilising rain, 
with the labours of the field in their limited grounds, 
clearing them of the weeds. The crops promised 
well, and had a healthy appearance. When we 
disturbed these poor people in their labours, they 
retired behind the safeguard of their Cyclopean rocks, 
and stared at us with great curiosity, the unusual 
appearance of our whole train causing them a great 
deal of dismay; and it was in vain that we endea- 
voured by our gestures to persuade them to con- 
tinue their labours, as they did not understand us, 
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