They were huge and ran up for fifty or sixty feet without a bough.

Moreover, it was probable that the god climbed better than we could.

The Kalubi began to move inland in an indeterminate fashion, and I asked him where he was going.
"To the burying-place," he answered.

"There are spears yonder with the bones." I pricked up my ears at this--for when one has nothing but some clasp knives, spears are not to be despised--and ordered him to lead on.

In another minute we were walking uphill through the awful wood where the gloom at this hour of approaching night was that of an English fog.
Three or four hundred paces brought us to a kind of clearing, where I suppose some of the monster trees had fallen down in past years and never been allowed to grow up again.