nd we were soon on good terms。 I recall a discussion arising about a black thing in a tree about five hundred yards away。 I thought it was an aasvogel； but another thought it was a baboon。 Whereupon the oldest of the party； a farmer called Coetzee； whipped up his rifle and； apparently without sighting； fired。 A dark object fell out of the branch； and when we reached it we found it a baviaan* sure enough； shot through the head。 'Which side are you on in the next war？' the old man asked me； and； laughing； I told him 'Yours。' *Baboon。 After supper； the ingredients of which came largely from my naachtmaal； we sat smoking and talking round the fire； the women and children being snug in the covered wagons。 The Boers were honest companionable fellows； and when I had made a bowl of toddy in the Scotch fashion to keep out the evening chill； we all became excellent friends。 They asked me how I got on with Japp。 Old Coetzee saved me the trouble of answering； for he broke in with Skellum！ Skellum！* I asked him his objection to the storekeeper； but he would say nothing beyond that he was too thick with the natives。 I fancy at some time Mr Japp had sold him a bad plough。 *Schelm： Rascal。
We spoke of hunting； and I heard long tales of exploits … away on the Limpopo； in Mashonaland； on the Sabi and in the Lebombo。 Then we verged on politics； and I listened to violent denunciations of the new land tax。 These were old residenters； I reflected； and I might learn perhaps something of value。 So very carefully I repeated a tale I said I had heard at Durban of a great wizard somewhere in the Berg； and asked if any one knew of it。 They shook their heads。 The natives had given up witchcraft and big medicine； they said； and were more afraid of a parson or a policeman than any witch…doctor。 Then they were starting on reminiscences； when old Coetzee； who was deaf； broke in and asked to have my question repeated。
'Yes；' he said； 'I know。 It is in the Rooirand。 There is a devil dwells there。'
I could get no more out of him beyond the fact that there was certainly a great devil there。 His grandfather and father had seen it； and he himself had heard it roaring when he had gone there as a boy to hunt。 He would explain no further； and went to bed。
Next morning； close to Sikitola's kraal； I bade the farmers good…bye； after telling them that there would be a store in my wagon for three weeks at Umvelos' if they wanted supplies。 We then struck more to the north towards our destination。 As soon as they had gone I had out my map and searched it for the name old Coetzee had mentioned。 It was a very bad map； for there had been no surveying east of the Berg； and most of the names were mere guesses。 But I found the word 'Rooirand' marking an eastern continuation of the northern wall； and probably set down from some hunter's report。 I had better explain here the chief features of the country； for they bulk largely in my story。 The Berg runs north and south； and from it run the chief streams which water the plain。 They are； beginning from the south； the Olifants； the Groot Letaba； the Letsitela； the Klein Letaba； and the Klein Labongo； on which stands Blaauwildebeestefontein。 But the greatest river of the plain； into which the others ultimately flow； is the Groot Labongo； which appears full…born from some subterranean source close to the place called Umvelos'。 North from Blaauwildebeestefontein the Berg runs for some twenty miles； and then makes a sharp turn eastward； becoming； according to my map； the Rooirand。
I pored over these details； and was particularly curious about the Great Labongo。 It seemed to me unlikely that a spring in the bush could produce so great a river； and I decided that its source must lie in the mountains to the north。 As well as I could guess； the Rooirand； the nearest part of the Berg； was about thirty miles distant。 Old Coetzee had said that there was a devil in the place； but I thought that if it were explored the first thing found would be a fine stream of water。
We got to Umvelos' after midday； and outspanned for our three weeks' work。 I set the Dutchmen to unload and clear the ground for foundations； while I went off to Sikitola to ask for labourers。 I got a dozen lusty blacks； and soon we had a business…like encampment； and the work went on merrily。 It was rough architecture and rougher masonry。 All we aimed at was a two…roomed shop with a kind of outhouse for stores。 I was architect； and watched the marking out of the foundations and the first few feet of the walls。 Sikitola's people proved themselves good helpers； and most of the building was left to them； while the Dutchmen worked at the carpentry。 Bricks ran short before we got very far； and we had to set to brick… making on the bank of the Labongo； and finish off the walls with green bricks； which gave the place a queer piebald look。
I was not much of a carpenter； and there were plenty of builders without me； so I found a considerable amount of time on my hands。 At first I acted as shopkeeper in the naachtmaal； but I soon cleared out my stores to the Dutch farmers and the natives。 I had thought of going back for more； and then it occurred to me that I might profitably give some of my leisure to the Rooirand。 I could see the wall of the mountains quite clear to the north； within an easy day's ride。 So one morning I packed enough food for a day or two； tied my sleeping…bag on my saddle； and set off to explore； after appointing the elder of the Dutchmen foreman of the job in my absence。
It was very hot jogging along the native path with the eternal olive…green bush around me。 Happily there was no fear of losing the way； for the Rooirand stood very clear in front； and slowly； as I advanced； I began to make out the details of the cliffs。 At luncheon…time； when I was about half…way； I sat down with my Zeiss glass … my mother's farewell gift … to look for the valley。 But valley I saw none。 The wall … reddish purple it looked； and； I thought； of porphyry … was continuous and unbroken。 There were chimneys and fissures； but none great enough to hold a river。 The top was sheer cliff； then came loose kranzes in tiers； like the seats in a gallery； and； below； a dense thicket of trees。 I raked the whole line for a break； but there seemed none。 'It's a bad job for me；' I thought； 'if there is no water； for I must pass the night there。' The night was spent in a sheltered nook at the foot of the rocks； but my horse and I went to bed without a drink。 My supper was some raisins and biscuits； for I did not dare to run the risk of increasing my thirst。 I had found a great bank of debris sloping up to the kranzes； and thick wood clothing all the slope。 The grass seemed wonderfully fresh； but of water there was no sign。 There was not even the sandy channel of a stream to dig in。
In the morning I had a difficult problem to face。 Water I must find at all costs； or I must go home。 There was time enough for me to get back without suffering much； but if so I must give up my explorations。 This I was determined not to do。 The more I looked at these red cliffs the more eager I was to find out their secret。 There must be water somewhere； otherwise how account for the lushness of the vegetation？
My horse was a veld pony； so I set him loose to see what he would do。 He strayed back on the path to Umvelos'。 This looked bad； for it meant that he did not smell water along the cliff front。 If I was to find a stream it must be on the top； and I must try a little mountaineering。
Then； taking my courage in both my hands； I decided。 I gave my pony a cut； and set him off on the homeward road。 I knew he was safe to get back in four or five hours； and in broad day there was little fear of wild beasts attacking him。 I had tied my sleeping bag on to the saddle； and had with me but two pocketfuls of food。 I had also fastened on the saddle a letter to my Dutch foreman； bidding him send a native with a spare horse to fetch me by the evening。 Then I started off to look for a chimney。
A boyhood spent on the cliffs at Kirkcaple had made me a bold cragsman； and the porphyry of the Rooirand clearly gave excellent holds。 But I walked many weary miles along the cliff… foot before I found a feasible road。 To begin with； it was no light task to fight one's way through the dense undergrowth of the lower slopes。 Every kind of thorn…bush lay in wait for my skin； creepers tripped me up； high trees shut out the light； and I was in constant fear lest a black mamba might appear out of the tangle。 It grew very hot； and the screes above the thicket were blistering to the touch。 My tongue； too； stuck to the roof of my mouth with thirst。
The first chimney I tried ran out on the face into nothingness； and I had to make a dangerous descent。 The second was a deep gully； but so choked with rubble that after nearly braining myself I desisted。 Still going eastwards； I found a sloping ledge which took me to a platform from which ran a crack with a little tree growing in it。 My glass showed me that beyond this tree the crack broadened into a clearly defined chimney which led to the top。 If I can once reach that tree； I thought； the battle is