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mountains and hills. To the west was the plain of 
the Arusha wa Ju, and the mountain Meru pointing 
to the skies. All other mountains now appeared 
very insignificant, but Meru was still a grand object. 
Turning to the north, on the right was the dark, 
frowning Kimawenzi, and on the left Kibo, which, 
illumined by the rising sun, shone transplendently : 
the first looking not unlike L'aiguille du Dru, and 
the second Jungfrau, of the Alps. 
Commencing our toils early, at eight a.m. we 
reached a heap of rocks, among which grew a solitary 
tree, where we sat down to rest. The Wachaga said 
this was as far as they dared to go. "We have 
come," they continued, farther than any one ever 
came before, and this is all we can do. There is 
Kibo very near now ; if you wish to go on, you can 
do so, and we will wait here till you come back." I 
expected this. Tofiki, however, though he was 
feeling the cold severely, declared his determination 
to go with me to the last. Every encumbrance was 
now laid aside, for we had our work to do. For a 
climbing stick I borrowed a spear, while Tofiki re- 
lieved a bow of its string, and took that. Now, leaving 
the rest of the party over the fires which they had 
kindled in the centre of the group of rocks, where 
they were well sheltered from the cutting winds, 
Tofiki and I went on alone. 
The higher we ascended the more rocky the steeps 
became; but for a while a little heath and various 
kinds of frosty-looking plants, with pinkish and 
yellow flowers, remained. The grey rocks, brownish- 
green heath, and ash-coloured plants gave to this 
region a peculiarly mottled appearance, striking for 
