his works that, in Africa, attacks of ophthalmia generally precede rain.  The rain fell occasionally throughout the remainder of the day and during the night.  “All night long, in fitful pauses, falling far, but faint and fine.”  By the next morning it had flooded the small lateral channels; this, however, caused a very slight trickling down the channel of the larger creek.  The following day was windy and cloudy, but no more rain fell; about an inch and a half had fallen altogether.  We remained in camp to-day, and dried all our things.  The position of the camp was in latitude 24 degrees 12’ 8” and longitude about 118 degrees 20’.

(Illustration:  Glen Ross.)

On the 10th of May we left, still following our creek about east-north-east.  We have had, a line of hills to the north of us for some distance, but now at five miles this fell off, and some other hills on the south, running up close to the creek, turned its course up to the north, and in two or three miles it ran into a most picturesque and romantic glen, which had now a rushing torrent roaring through its centre.  Here no doubt some permanent water exists, as we not only saw great quantities of mussel shells at deserted native camps, but Alec Ross saw a large rocky water reservoir in the glen, in which were quantities of good-sized fish.  The camels could not pass through this glen, it was too rocky; they therefore had to travel along the top of a precipice of red and white granite.  That overlooked it on the eastern side.  The noise of waters rushing over the rocky bottom of this stone-bound glen, was music sweet, and sound melodious, to ears like ours, so unaccustomed to the beautiful cadences of Nature’s pure and soothing voice.  The atmosphere was pure and clear, the breeze fresh, the temperature such as man may enjoy; and this was one of those few and seldom-met-with, places where the wanderer’s eye may rest for a moment with pleasure as it scans the scene around.  The verdure of the glen, the bright foliage of the trees that lined the banks of the stream below, the sparkling water as it danced and glittered in the sunlight, the slow and majestic motion of the passing caravan, as it wound so snake-like along the top of the precipitous wall, combined with the red and white colouring of the rifted granite of which it is composed, formed a picture framed in the retina of his eye, which is ever pleasing to the traveller to remember, and a pleasure also to describe.  I have named this pretty place Glen Ross, after my young friend Alec.  We got the caravan easily enough up on top of the wall, the difficulty was to get it down again.  A very steep place had to be negotiated, and we were more than an hour in descending to ground not a hundred yards below us.  Camels are not designed for going down places of this kind, with loads on; but they have so many other splendid qualities, that I cannot censure them for not possessing the faculty of climbing like cats or monkeys.