THE ORANGE RIVER. 
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clothes, and, leaving them with Lulu, took a rope, and 
half swam, half groped my way beneath the archway, 
through the muddy fluid, till I emerged on the other 
side. The water was very cold, and pulling myself up 
the bare rocks, I climbed shivering up the steep incline 
overlooking the spot where Lulu was anxiously awaiting 
my reappearance. Lowering the end of the rope, I 
shouted to him to send me up my clothes first, and 
by the time the apparatus was hauled up, and Lulu had 
THE ANNA FALLS. 
joined me, the warm sun and exercise had chased the 
chills away. 
At every turn new cascades sprang out of the gaunt 
rocks. One of these I named the “ Anna Falls,” in 
honour of the same lady whose name I had taken the 
liberty of appropriating to another purpose : and Lulu 
was only too ready to comply with my wish to photo- 
graph them, with the result shown in the annexed 
engraving. 
For some distance the jagged rocks and huge boulders 
— more or less covered with water where they had been 
