For many miles below, the river is confined in a narrow space of not more than one hundred yards wide.
The water goes boiling along, and gives the idea of great masses of it rolling over and over, so that even the most expert swimmer would find it difficult to keep on the surface.

Here it is that the river, when in flood, rises fifty or sixty feet in perpendicular height.

The islands above the falls are covered with foliage as beautiful as can be seen any where.

Viewed from the mass of rock which overhangs the fall, the scenery was the loveliest I had seen.
Nothing worthy of note occurred on our way up to Nameta.

There we heard that a party of the Makololo, headed by Lerimo, had made a foray to the north and up the Leeba, in the very direction in which we were about to proceed.