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"
Well
,
"
I
said
,
"
it
is
fresh
Springbok
spoor
;
what
of
it
?
"
"
Springbucks
do
not
go
far
from
water
,
"
he
answered
in
Dutch
.
"
No
,
"
I
answered
,
"
I
forgot
;
and
thank
God
for
it
.
"
This
little
discovery
put
new
life
into
us
;
for
it
is
wonderful
,
when
a
man
is
in
a
desperate
position
,
how
he
catches
at
the
slightest
hope
,
and
feels
almost
happy
.
On
a
dark
night
a
single
star
is
better
than
nothing
.
Meanwhile
Ventvögel
was
lifting
his
snub
nose
,
and
sniffing
the
hot
air
for
all
the
world
like
an
old
Impala
ram
who
scents
danger
.
Presently
he
spoke
again
.
"
I
smell
water
,
"
he
said
.
Then
we
felt
quite
jubilant
,
for
we
knew
what
a
wonderful
instinct
these
wild-bred
men
possess
.
Just
at
that
moment
the
sun
came
up
gloriously
,
and
revealed
so
grand
a
sight
to
our
astonished
eyes
that
for
a
moment
or
two
we
even
forgot
our
thirst
.
There
,
not
more
than
forty
or
fifty
miles
from
us
,
glittering
like
silver
in
the
early
rays
of
the
morning
sun
,
soared
Sheba
's
Breasts
;
and
stretching
away
for
hundreds
of
miles
on
either
side
of
them
ran
the
great
Suliman
Berg
.
Now
that
,
sitting
here
,
I
attempt
to
describe
the
extraordinary
grandeur
and
beauty
of
that
sight
,
language
seems
to
fail
me
.
I
am
impotent
even
before
its
memory
.
Straight
before
us
,
rose
two
enormous
mountains
,
the
like
of
which
are
not
,
I
believe
,
to
be
seen
in
Africa
,
if
indeed
there
are
any
other
such
in
the
world
,
measuring
each
of
them
at
least
fifteen
thousand
feet
in
height
,
standing
not
more
than
a
dozen
miles
apart
,
linked
together
by
a
precipitous
cliff
of
rock
,
and
towering
in
awful
white
solemnity
straight
into
the
sky
.
These
mountains
placed
thus
,
like
the
pillars
of
a
gigantic
gateway
,
are
shaped
after
the
fashion
of
a
woman
's
breasts
,
and
at
times
the
mists
and
shadows
beneath
them
take
the
form
of
a
recumbent
woman
,
veiled
mysteriously
in
sleep
.
Their
bases
swell
gently
from
the
plain
,
looking
at
that
distance
perfectly
round
and
smooth
;
and
upon
the
top
of
each
is
a
vast
hillock
covered
with
snow
,
exactly
corresponding
to
the
nipple
on
the
female
breast
.
The
stretch
of
cliff
that
connects
them
appears
to
be
some
thousands
of
feet
in
height
,
and
perfectly
precipitous
,
and
on
each
flank
of
them
,
so
far
as
the
eye
can
reach
,
extent
similar
lines
of
cliff
,
broken
only
here
and
there
by
flat
table-topped
mountains
,
something
like
the
world-famed
one
at
Cape
Town
;
a
formation
,
by
the
way
,
that
is
very
common
in
Africa
.
