CHAPTER   XXVI

SIR FREDERIC CARDEW'S TOX^"^—{continued)

We stayed only one night at Kamaror, and the following
morning we left by the light of lamps, as we knew from
what the chief stated that we had a long day's march
before we could reach Kinta Balia, which subsequently
proved to be twenty miles distant, with no town or fakai
in between. We thought that the previous day's journey
had been laborious, but it was as nothing compared to
this day's work, for the country was even more moun¬
tainous, and the enormous quantity of granite boulders
over the surface of the ground was positively bewildering,
but withal a marvellous sight.

After having travelled for five hours and a half we were
thankful to halt for our morning meal under tall trees of
exquisite foliage by the side of a stream, over whose rocky
bed ran water of crystal clearness, which was indeed most
acceptable. We could not, however, afford to remain here
long,—forty-three minutes was the time we stopped. Going
on we came to a beautiful waterfall about fifty feet wide. At
the top it ran over a gentle slope of level granite in death¬
like silence, until it fell over in a deep cascade to the broad
rocky stream beneath with a deafening roar, churning the