High, before making another and a
deeper spring to form a second waterfall. My men shouted to me
above the roar that it was "a bad place." They never give me half
the credit I deserve for seeing danger, and they said, "Water all go
for hole down there, we fit to go too suppose we fall." "Don't
fall," I yelled which was the only good advice I could think of to
give them just then.
Each small load had to be carried across by two men along a
submerged ridge in the pool, where the water was only breast high.
I had all I could do to get through it, though assisted by my
invaluable Bakwiri staff. But no harm befell. Indeed we were all
the better for it, or at all events cleaner. We met five torrents
that had to be waded during the day; none so bad as the first but
all superbly beautiful.
When we turned our faces westwards just above the wood we had to
pass through before getting into the great road, the view of
Victoria, among its hills, and fronted by its bay, was divinely
lovely and glorious with colour. I left the boys here, as they
wanted to rest, and to hunt up water, etc., among the little cluster
of huts that are here on the right-hand side of the path, and I went
on alone down through the wood, and out on to the road, where I
found my friend, the Alsatian engineer, still flourishing and busy
with his cheery gang of woodcutters.
