Of course, I may be mistaken in this, but such at any rate was my impression.
One day as we were marching steadily along, Yamba startled me by calling out excitedly, "Up a tree,--quick! Up a tree!" And so saying she scampered up the nearest tree herself.

Now, by this time I had become so accustomed to acting upon her advice unquestioningly, that without waiting to hear any more I made a dash for the nearest likely tree and climbed into it as fast as I could.

Had she called out to me, "Leap into the river," I should have done so without asking a question.

When I was safely in the branches, however, I called out to her (her tree was only a few yards away), "What is the matter ?" She did not reply, but pointed to a vast stretch of undulating country over which we had just come; it was fairly well wooded.

It lingers in my mind as a region in which one was able to see a fairly long way in every direction--a very unusual feature in the land of "Never Never"! I looked, but at first could see nothing.