Bruce now proceeded over a plain partly covered with groves of
acacia-trees, in full flower, towards the mountains, upon the ascent to
which he met with considerable numbers of the wild mountain shepherds,
descending with their families and flocks to the seashore, drawn thither
by the fresh grass which springs up in October and November all along
the coast. Their path, from the time they had reached the acclivity, lay
over a broken, stony road, along the bed of a mountain torrent; but
having reached a small green hill at some distance from the stream, they
pitched their tent; and, it being near evening, prepared to pass the
night there. The weather, which had hitherto been fine, now seemed to
threaten rain. The loftier mountains, and a great portion of the lower
ones, were quite hidden by thick clouds; the lightning was very
frequent, broad, and deeply tinged with blue; and long peals of thunder
were heard at a distance. “The river,” says Bruce, “scarcely ran at our
passing it. All on a sudden, however, we heard a noise on the mountains
above, louder than the loudest thunder. Our guides upon this flew to the
baggage, and removed it to the top of the green hill; which was no
sooner done than we saw the river coming down in a stream about the
height of a man, and breadth of the whole bed it used to occupy. The
water was thickly tinged with red earth, and ran in the form of a deep
river, and swelled a little above its banks, but did not reach our
station on the hill.”
During this day’s march he first saw the dung of elephants, full of
thick pieces of undigested branches; and observed in the tracks through
which they had passed several trees thrown down or broken in the middle,
while the ground was strewed with half-eaten branches. The wild tribes
who inhabited these mountains were a small, active, copper-coloured
race, who lived in caves, or cages covered with an ox’s hide, and large
enough to hold two persons. Though possessed of numerous herds of
cattle, they abstained, like the Brahmins, from animal food, and
subsisted entirely upon milk.
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