As we paused came a puff of air, and in five minutes the fog had rolled away, and a clear blue sky and a bright sun were overhead.
Now we could see where we were.

We were in the lower end of a precipitous mountain-gully, narrow where we were, and growing rapidly narrower as we advanced.

In the fog we had followed the cattle-track right into it, passing, unobserved, two great heaps of tumbled rocks which walled the glen; they were thickly fringed with scrub, and, it immediately struck me that they stood just in the place where we had lost the tracks of the black fellows.
I should have mentioned this, but, at this moment, James caught sight of the lost cattle, and galloped off after them; we followed, and very quickly we had headed them down the glen, and were posting homeward as hard as we could go.
I remember well there was a young bull among them that took the lead.
As he came nearly opposite the two piles of rock which I have mentioned, I saw a black fellow leap on a boulder, and send a spear into him.
He headed back, and the other beasts came against him.

Before we could pull up we were against the cattle, and then all was confusion and disaster.

Two hundred black fellows were on us at once, shouting like devils, and sending down their spears upon us like rain.