The remaining inhabitants on the flank of the range when they saw strangers winding from side to side, and often attempting to cross these torrent beds at impossible places, screamed out their shrill war-alarm, and made the valley ring with their wild outcries.

It was war, and war alone, and we were too deep down in the valley to make our voices heard in explanation.
Fortunately, they had burned off the long grass to a great extent.

It only here and there hid them from us.

Selecting an open spot, we spent a night regarded by all around us as slave-hunters, but were undisturbed, though the usual way of treating an enemy in this part of the country is by night attack.
The nights at the altitude of the valley were cool, the lowest temperature shown being 37 degrees; at 9 a.m.and 9 p.m.it was 58 degrees, about the average temperature of the day; at mid-day 82 degrees, and sunset 70 degrees.

Our march was very much hindered by the imperfectly burned corn and grass stalks having fallen across the paths.
To a reader in England this will seem a very small obstacle.