“About half-past four in the afternoon we came to a neck or ridge of stony ground, whence we could see Wambe’s town plainly lying some six or seven miles away, and three thousand feet beneath us.  The town is built in a valley, with the exception of Wambe’s own kraal, that is situated at the mouth of some caves upon the slope of the opposing mountains, over which I hoped to see our impi’s spears flashing in the morrow’s light.  Even from where we stood, it was easy to see how strongly the place was fortified with schanses and stone walls, and how difficult of approach.  Indeed, unless taken by surprise, it seemed to me quite impregnable to a force operating without cannon, and even cannon would not make much impression on rocks and stony koppies filled with caves.

“Then came the descent of the pass, and an arduous business it was, for the path—­if it may be called a path—­is almost entirely composed of huge water-worn boulders, from the one to the other of which we must jump like so many grasshoppers.  It took us two hours to climb down, and, travelling through that burning sun, when at last we did reach the bottom, I for one was nearly played out.  Shortly afterwards, just as it was growing dark, we came to the first line of fortifications, which consisted of a triple stone wall pierced by a gateway, so narrow that a man could hardly squeeze through it.  We passed this without question, being accompanied by Wambe’s soldiers.  Then, came a belt of land three hundred paces or more in width, very rocky and broken, and having no huts upon it.  Here in hollows in this belt the cattle were kraaled in case of danger.  On the further side were more fortifications and another small gateway shaped like a V, and just beyond and through it I saw the koppie we had planned to seize looming up against the line of mountains behind.

“As we went I whispered my suggestions to our captain, with the result that at the second gateway he halted the cavalcade, and addressing the captain of Wambe’s soldiers, said that we would wait here till we received Wambe’s word to enter the town.  The other man said that this was well, only he must hand over the prisoners to be taken up to the chief’s kraal, for Wambe, was ‘hungry to begin upon them,’ and his ’heart desired to see the white man at rest before he closed his eyes in sleep,’ and as for his wife, ‘surely he would welcome her.’  Our leader replied that he could not do this thing, because his orders were to deliver the prisoners to Wambe at Wambe’s own kraal, and they might not be broken.  How could he be responsible for the safety of the prisoners if he let them out of his hand?  No, they would wait there till Wambe’s word was brought.

“To this, after some demur, the other man consented, and went away, remarking that he would soon be back.  As he passed me he called out with a sneer, pointing as he did so to the fading red in the western sky—­’Look your last upon the light, White Man, for the “Thing that bites” lives in the dark.’