In one part of this forest a rocky mountain appeared at some period to have burst into fragments; and for the distance of about a mile it formed the apparent ruins of a city of giants.

Rocks as large as churches lay piled one upon the other forming long dark alleys and caves that would have housed some hundreds of men.
The effect was perfectly fairylike, as the faint silver light of the sun, mellowed by the screen of tree tops, half-lighted up, these silent caves.

The giant stems of the trees sprang like tall columns from the foundations of the rocks that shadowed them with their dense foliage.
Two or three families of 'Cyclops' would not have been out of place in this spot; they were just the class of people that one would expect to meet.
Late in the afternoon we arrived at the long-talked-of village of Oomanoo, about eighteen miles from our last encampment.

It was a squalid, miserable place, of course, and nothing was obtainable.

Our coolies had not tasted food since the preceding evening; but, by good luck, we met a travelling Moorman, who had just arrived at the village with a little rice to exchange with the Veddahs for dried venison.