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our legs were soon drenched to the knees ; luckily no 
farther, because the grass was not long enough. 
As we passed through the forest, or over winding, 
grassy belts, which run in and out between the sugar- 
loaf monuments of rock, and, at short intervals where 
vegetation is more abundant, amid rocky grottoes, we 
saw and heard numerous baboons (Cynocephalus por- 
THE PKOPHETIC DANCE. 
cariuas), whose strange bark echoed and re-echoed as 
if they were inviting us to pay them a visit. 
Upon one evening during our march I had watched 
a family of these creatures as they went to drink in 
regular lines, one before the other. Through the grass 
they had regularly beaten tracks to their drinking 
fountains, and back to their town sites, high up, en¬ 
circled by rocks and small trees. 
Moving along the foot-hills of this riven region of 
old volcanic forms, we gradually ascended until we 
reached the backbone of a high ridge, running in an 
