— one perhaps emerges on a rising rocky ground (for hours before seen as a grey streak in the distance), from whence the unending path stretches away in a yellow line towards the horizon. It may be that away to the northward, though the course has been a north-easterly one, a blue line of mountains is visible, and you know that, however hard they may be to climb, the path will turn aside and scale them at their steepest point.

If it has led you into a fertile country, it winds about like a snake, forming itself into letter S's, and succeeds in doubling the distance to the village, apparently quite close an hour or two before. The hostile native looks upon this path as his friend. He digs holes in it a foot in diameter, and places sharp spikes or poisoned arrow-heads in them, laying dust-covered leaves over