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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
into the clouds. There was a never-ceasing rain for 
fifty, and in some places a hundred yards, on the high 
land opposite, and the rocks are very slippery, and 
the ground where there are no rocks is a regular 
swamp, where the hippopotamus,buffalo, and elephant 
come to graze on the green grass. There is one 
grand fall at the head of the gorge which you can see 
to the bottom, about eighty yards wide, but not so 
deep, as the river forms a rapid before it shoots 
perpendicularly over the rock. 
Below the Falls, the river winds about in a deep, 
narrow, inaccessible gorge — a strong, swift, rocky 
stream. I followed its windings for some distance, 
and, after all, was not more than two miles, as the 
crow flies, from the Falls. It is one succession of 
kloofs, valleys, mountains, and the worst walking I 
ever encountered. 
The river through this fearful gorge seems not 
wider than a swollen Highland torrent. The 
greatest drawback to the otherwise magnificent 
scene, is that the dense clouds rising from below 
render the main Falls invisible, and it is only the 
smaller cascades you can see to the bottom. There 
are some thirty or forty of these, spreading over a 
space of at least 1,500 yards. The Makololo are very 
jealous, and very much alarmed at my having found 
my way hither, and cannot account for it. I show 
them the compass, and say that is my guide, and they 
are sorely perplexed. The baboons here are out of 
all number. 
