Thus we scrambled along for another hour, at the expiration of which we could only see a blank wall of mountain before us, up which it would have been both impossible and useless to climb.  Wondering where the deuce Lizzie was leading us, we blundered along until we arrived at the base of the perpendicular cliff, and saw that by some convulsion of nature the ravine now branched off at a right angle to the left, and gradually widened out into a beautiful and gently declining stretch of country, perfectly shut in by hills, and into which a pretty little bay extended, with several canoes on its placid surface.  We were distant from the beach about three miles, and could see clearly the smoke of several fires; while with binocular glasses we could make out the figures of the blacks fishing, and of the piccaninnies and gins romping in the sand.

Lizzie was a sight to see, as she pointed triumphantly to the unconscious savages, and, trembling with eagerness, tapped the butt of Dunmore’s carbine, as she whispered —­

“Those fellow sit down there, brother belonging to me, plenty you shoot ’em, Marmy.”

“You take us close up along of those fellow, Lizzie?” said Dunmore.

“Your Marmy, plenty close, you been shoot ’em all mine think,” replied our amiable little guide, who, enjoining the strictest silence, at once put herself in motion, bidding us, by a sign, to follow her.

For more than an hour and a half we crept cautiously along, sometimes crawling on all fours where the country was open, and frequently stopping, while Lizzie went noiselessly forward and reconnoitred, before beckoning to us to advance again.  The direction in which she led us lay at the base of the hills, which on one side bounded the little plain and its bay, and though we could form but a crude idea of where we were going, owing to the thickness of the undergrowth, yet it was sufficiently evident that the young lady was one of nature’s tacticians, and meditated a flank blow at her unfortunate relatives.  Proceeding, we came at last within a stone’s throw of the beach, and could hear the mimic waves rolling on the sand, at no great distance, on our right hand.  Lizzie now pointed to a small belt of vine shrub that lay in front of us, and indicated that immediately outside it were the ‘gunyahs’, or huts; and, “plenty you shoot,” she added showing her white teeth as she grinned with glee at the thoughts of the cheerful surprise she had prepared for her old companions.  We were not thoroughly on the ‘qui vive’, for we thought this unknown bay would be the very spot in which the blacks were likely to seclude any prisoners from the ‘Eva’, and accordingly willingly followed the lithe figure of our little guide, as she wound her way through the tangled brake, like a black snake, and with a facility that we in vain attempted to imitate.  The troopers —­ who had reduced their clothing to a minimum, for their sole vestment consisted of