I had often endeavoured to find the dogs in this part, but to no purpose; this day, however, I was determined to follow them if possible.

I made a circuit of about twenty miles down into the low countries, and again ascending through precipitous jungles, I returned home in the evening, having only recovered two dogs, which I found on the other side of the range of mountains, over which the buck had passed.

No pen can describe the beauty of the scenery in this part of the country, but it is the most frightful locality for hunting that can be imagined.

The high lands suddenly cease; a splendid panoramic view of the low country extends for thirty miles before the eye; but to descend to this, precipices of immense depth must be passed; and from a deep gorge in the mountain, the large river, after a succession of falls, leaps in one vast plunge of three hundred feet into the abyss below.

This is a stupendous cataract, about a mile below the foot of which is the village of Perewelle.