We turned this way and turned that way, we passed an open patch and through the shadows of a grove, till at length as the moon rose we entered a ravine, and following a path that ran down it, came to a place which is best described as a large amphitheatre cut by the hand of nature out of the rock of the Mountain.
Evidently it was chosen as a place of defence, for its entrance was narrow and tortuous, built up at the end also, so that only one person could pass its gateway at a time.

Within an open space and at its farther side stood low, stone houses built against the rock.

In front of these houses, the moonlight shining full upon them, were gathered several hundred men and women arranged in a semicircle and in alternate companies, who appeared to be engaged in the celebration of some rite.
It was wild enough.

In front of them, and in the exact centre of the semi-circle, stood a gigantic, red-bearded man, who was naked except for a skin girdle about his loins.

He was swinging himself backwards and forwards, his hands resting upon his hips, and as he swung, shouting something like "_Ho, haha, ho!_" When he bent towards the audience it bent towards him, and every time he straightened himself it echoed his final shout of "_Ho!_" in a volume of sound that made the precipices ring.