After All The Rain We Have Had, The Road Was Of Course Worse Than
Ever, And As We Were Going
Through the forest towards the war hedge,
I noticed a strange sound, a dull roar which made the light friable
Earth quiver under our feet, and I remembered with alarm the
accounts Herr Liebert has given me of the strange ways of rivers on
this mountain; how by Buea, about 200 metres below where you cross
it, the river goes bodily down a hole. How there is a waterfall on
the south face of the mountain that falls right into another hole,
and is never seen again, any more than the Buea River is. How there
are in certain places underground rivers, which though never seen
can be heard roaring, and felt in the quivering earth under foot in
the wet season, and so on. So I judged our present roar arose from
some such phenomenon, and with feminine nervousness began to fear
that the rotten water-logged earth we were on might give way, and
engulf the whole of us, and we should never be seen again. But when
we got down into our next ravine, the one where I got the fish and
water-spiders on our way up, things explained themselves. The bed
of this ravine was occupied by a raging torrent of great beauty, but
alarming appearance to a person desirous of getting across to the
other side of it. On our right hand was a waterfall of tons of
water thirty feet high or so.
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