Creggan and Grant went for a little walk farther up the hill, where they found a great basin of rock filled with clear limpid water, and here they bathed, so that the appetite both had for the excellent breakfast, roast wild game, birds, and mountain trout, with, as before, yams and sweet potatoes, was quite striking—striking down, I may say.
They all went hunting that day. But up in the hills there were few wild animals of any sort, yet they enjoyed the tramp nevertheless.
They stayed with this wild tribe for over a week, and every day brought them something fresh in adventure or pleasure.
Colonel Fraser made sketches, and took many observations of this beautiful land of wild bird, tree, flower, and fruit, which at no distant date will become the possession of the enterprising British colonist, and give riches to men now starving perhaps in the overcrowded cities of our island home.
Soon may this day come!
There is nothing impossible in Africa.
CHAPTER XIV.
A FEARFUL NIGHT.
But the scene changes, and will change still more as this story runs on.
Our heroes are back once more in the Rattler, that only last night bumped out over the bar, and is now lying alongside the Centiped.