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a Lovely indeed the mimic works of art,
But Natureas work far lovelier.a
The march was resumed next morning under the most favourable auspices, though still in the same methodical order ; for although we were no longer in continual fear of molestation, it was nevertheless incumbent on those in command to make assurance doubly sure.
News arrived en route that aall was wella in the stockade, and that there were no signs of any gathering in the immediate neighbourhood. While traversing one of the last fringes of forest, our ears were struck with a peculiar droning sound, which seemed to come from our right. We were puzzled as to whence such a sound could proceed ; it became louder as we advanced, and as we emerged from the forest, the cause of the disturbance met our astonished gaze.
At the bottom of the valley ran a broad and tortuous river. Rather to the left lay the stockade on what at first sight appeared to be an island, though a closer inspection showed that it was connected by a short, narrow neck with the mainland.
The land, which was under cultivation up to a certain point on either side of the river, was being irrigated byThe land, which was under cultivation up to a certain point on either side of the river, was being irrigated by