We Double Round A Corner By The Stockade Of The Station's
Plantation, And Are At The Top Of The Mud Glissade - The New
Government Path, I Should Say - That Leads Down Into The Barrack-
Yard.
Our arrival brings Herr Liebert promptly on the scene, as kindly
helpful and energetic as ever, and again anxious for me to have a
bath.
The men bring our saturated loads into my room, and after
giving them their food and plenty of tobacco, I get my hot tea and
change into the clothes I had left behind at Buea, and feeling once
more fit for polite society, go out and find his Imperial and Royal
Majesty's representative making a door, tightening the boards up
with wedges in a very artful and professional way. We discourse on
things in general and the mountain in particular. The great south-
east face is now showing clear before us, the clearness that usually
comes before night-fall. It looks again a vast wall, and I wish I
were going up it again to-morrow. When "the Calabar major" set it
on fire in the dry season it must have been a noble sight.
The north-eastern edge of the slope of the mountain seems to me
unbroken up to the peak. The great crater we went and camped in
must be a very early one in the history of the mountain, and out of
it the present summit seems to have been thrown up. From the sea
face, the western, I am told the slope is continuous on the whole,
although there are several craters on that side; seventy craters all
told are so far known on Mungo.
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