August 18th. — We descended the mountain, and passed
A boyhood spent on the cliffs at Kirkcaple had made me a bold cragsman, and the porphyry of the Rooirand clearly gave excellent holds. But I walked many weary miles along the cliff- foot before I found a feasible road. To begin with, it was no light task to fight one's way through the dense undergrowth of the lower slopes. Every kind of thorn-bush lay in wait for my skin, creepers tripped me up, high trees shut out the light, and I was in constant fear lest a black mamba might appear out of the tangle. It grew very hot, and the screes above the thicket were blistering to the touch. My tongue, too, stuck to the roof of my mouth with thirst.
The first chimney I tried ran out on the face into nothingness, and I had to make a dangerous descent. The second was a deep gully, but so choked with rubble that after nearly braining myself I desisted. Still going eastwards, I found a sloping ledge which took me to a platform from which ran a crack with a little tree growing in it. My glass showed me that beyond this tree the crack broadened into a clearly defined chimney which led to the top. If I can once reach that tree, I thought, the battle is won. The crack was only a few inches wide, large enough to let in an arm and a foot, and it ran slantwise up a perpendicular rock. I do not think I realized how bad it was till I had gone too far to return. Then my foot jammed, and I paused for breath with my legs and arms cramping rapidly. I remember that I looked to the west, and saw through the sweat which kept dropping into my eyes that about half a mile off a piece of cliff which looked unbroken from the foot had a fold in it to the right. The darkness of the fold showed me that it was a deep, narrow gully. However, I had no time to think of this, for I was fast in the middle of my confounded crack. With immense labour I found a chockstone above my head, and managed to force my foot free. The next few yards were not so difficult, and then I stuck once more.
For the crack suddenly grew shallow as the cliff bulged out above me. I had almost given up hope, when I saw that about three feet above my head grew the tree. If I could reach it and swing out I might hope to pull myself up to the ledge on which it grew. I confess it needed all my courage, for I did not know but that the tree might be loose, and that it and I might go rattling down four hundred feet. It was my only hope, however, so I set my teeth, and wriggling up a few inches, made a grab at it. Thank God it held, and with a great effort I pulled my shoulder over the ledge, and breathed freely.
My difficulties were not ended, but the worst was past. The rest of the gully gave me good and safe climbing, and presently a very limp and weary figure lay on the cliff-top. It took me many minutes to get back my breath and to conquer the faintness which seized me as soon as the need for exertion was over.
When I scrambled to my feet and looked round, I saw a wonderful prospect. It was a plateau like the high-veld, only covered with bracken and little bushes like hazels. Three or four miles off the ground rose, and a shallow vale opened. But in the foreground, half a mile or so distant, a lake lay gleaming in the sun.
I could scarcely believe my eyes as I ran towards it, and doubts of a mirage haunted me. But it was no mirage, but a real lake, perhaps three miles in circumference, with bracken- fringed banks, a shore of white pebbles, and clear deep blue water. I drank my fill, and then stripped and swam in the blessed coolness. After that I ate some luncheon, and sunned myself on a flat rock. 'I have discovered the source of the Labongo,' I said to myself. 'I will write to the Royal Geographical Society, and they will give me a medal.'
I walked round the lake to look for an outlet. A fine mountain stream came in at the north end, and at the south end, sure enough, a considerable river debauched. My exploring zeal redoubled, and I followed its course in a delirium of expectation. It was a noble stream, clear as crystal, and very unlike the muddy tropical Labongo at Umvelos'. Suddenly, about a quarter of a mile from the lake, the land seemed to grow over it, and with a swirl and a hollow roar, it disappeared into a mighty pot-hole. I walked a few steps on, and from below my feet came the most uncanny rumbling and groaning. Then I knew what old Coetzee's devil was that howled in the Rooirand.
Had I continued my walk to the edge of the cliff, I might have learned a secret which would have stood me in good stead later. But the descent began to make me anxious, and I retraced my steps to the top of the chimney whence I had come. I was resolved that nothing would make me descend by that awesome crack, so I kept on eastward along the top to look for a better way. I found one about a mile farther on, which, though far from easy, had no special risks save from the appalling looseness of the debris. When I got down at length, I found that it was near sunset. I went to the place I had bidden my native look for me at, but, as I had feared, there was no sign of him. So, making the best of a bad job, I had supper and a pipe, and spent a very chilly night in a hole among the boulders.
- all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch
- on me? To make fun of me? Someold hustlers did love to
- brand chumps like this. On theside, with Hymie's approval,
- Another fellow and I would drive out to Long Island
- They were approaching the river, and there was a fog to-night!
- Parks, to go downtown to see Billie at the OnyxClub. So
- He came slowly overtoward me, and I knew if I sneezed,
- About daybreak that same morning, they kicked in
- which swirled fully three feet of water, which, slowly
- realpile. A rumor about some inside tipster spread among
- back to Boston. It seems thatsome women love to be exploited.
- at me. You don't have my money?I must have shaken my
- An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
- blowups of her were under the lights outside. Inside, the
- It was a classic hustler-code impasse. The money
- actors who lived downtown. And I smoked more reefers than
- was anxious to examine a reported coal-mine which turned
- and her hair was in thattrademark ponytail. For her next
- Because of this code, in my time in Harlem I'd personally
- I put on my clothes and took a taxi and I woke up
- wall. He staggered down again; his remarkable physical
- but he'd paidme the three hundred dollars until he could
- I hadn't had a thing to do with whatever they weretalking
- We'd take with us cartons of empty bonded whisky
- before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
- Many people claiming they drank only such-and-such
- But one weekend on Long Island, something happened
- all day, all night. I stayed so high that I was ina dream
- had come across his northerly camp and he feared that they
- of. And worse, a hustler could never afford to have itdemonstrated
- of. And worse, a hustler could never afford to have itdemonstrated
- had nothing to do withthat. He never dreamed I existed.
- him sped the yellow figure, and right to the end. The seemingly
- him, but somebody grabbed him. They put him out, cursing
- In turn, I knew he would be protecting his stature
- in which one took the Dead On Arrival ride tothe morgue,
- about the premises by night. He came and went as he saw
- Sometimes, recalling all of this, I don't know, to
- time than ten guns, and could have gottenthem a promotion.
- lose-When her set was done, Billie came over to our table.
- resources were at an end; it must be another's work to
- The strong-arm thugs were bluffing. They were trying
- never had worked. But now my demands on herincreased, and
- to 52nd Street. _Billie Holiday_ and those big photo
- up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
- sound and style that no one successfully copies. Lady Day
- she came up with more; again, I don't know where she got
- I cannot describe, in all those differentgrooves at the
- He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
- myapartment. Things I had there could have gotten me more