Roaring furiously through the rock-bound pass, it plunged in one leap of about 120 feet perpendicular into a dark abyss below.
The fall of water was snow-white, which had a superb effect as it contrasted with the dark cliffs that walled the river, while the graceful palms of the tropics and wild plantains perfected the beauty of the view.

This was the greatest waterfall of the Nile, and in honor of the distinguished President of the Royal Geographical Society I named it the Murchison Falls, as the most important object throughout the entire course of the river.
At this point we had ordered our oxen to be sent, as we could go no farther in the canoes.

We found the oxen ready for us; but if we looked wretched, the animals were a match.

They had been bitten by the flies, thousands of which were at this spot.

Their coats were staring, ears drooping, noses running, and heads hanging down--all the symptoms of fly-bite, together with extreme looseness of the bowels.