There was something so inexpressibly solemn and overpowering about those huge volcanoes-for doubtless they are extinct volcanoes -that it fairly took our breath away.For a while the morning lights played upon the snow and the brown and swelling masses beneath，and then，as though to veil the majestic sight from our curious eyes，strange mists and clouds gathered and increased around them，till presently we could only trace their pure and gigantic outline swelling ghostlike through the fleecy envelope.Indeed，as we afterwards discovered，they were normally wrapped in this curious gauzy mist，which doubtless accounted for one not having made them out more clearly before.
Scarcely had the mountains vanished into cloud-clad privacy before our thirst -literally a burning question -reasserted itself.
It was all very well for Ventv?gel to say he smelled water，but look which way we would we could see no signs of it.So far as the eye could reach there was nothing but arid，sweltering sand and karoo scrub.
We walked round the hillock and gazed about anxiously on the other side，but it was the same story，not a drop of water was to be seen；there was no indication of a pan，a pool，or a spring.
"You are a fool，"I said，angrily，to Ventv?gel；"there is no water."But still he lifted his ugly snub nose and sniffed.
"I smell it，Baas"(master)，he answered；"it is somewhere in the air.""Yes，"I said，"no doubt it is in the clouds，and about two months hence it will fall and wash our bones."Sir Henry stroked his yellow beard thoughtfully."Perhaps it is on the top of the hill，"he suggested.
"Rot，"said Good；"who ever heard of water being found on the top of a hill？""Let us go and look，"I put in，and hopelessly enough we scrambled up the sandy sides of the hillock，Umbopa leading.Presently he stopped as though he were petrified.
"Nanzia manzie！"(here is water)，he cried，with a loud voice.
We rushed up to him，and there，sure enough，in a deep cup or indentation on the very top of the sand-koppie，was an undoubted pool of water.How it came to be in such a strange place we did not stop to inquire，nor did we hesitate at its black and uninviting appearance.It was water，or a good imitation of it，and that was enough for us.We gave a bound and a rush，and in another second were all down on our stomachs sucking up the uninviting fluid as though it were nectar fit for the gods.Heavens，how we did drink！Then，when we had done drinking，we tore off our clothes and sat down in it，absorbing the moisture through our parched skins.You，my reader，who have only to turn on a couple of taps and summon "hot"and "cold"from an unseen，vasty boiler，can have little idea of the luxury of that muddy wallow in brackish，tepid water.
After a while we arose from it，refreshed indeed，and fell to on our biltong，of which we had scarcely been able to touch a mouthful for twenty-four hours，and ate our fill.Then we smoked a pipe，and lay down by the side of that blessed pool under the overhanging shadow of the bank and slept till mid-day.
All that day we rested there by the water，thanking our stars that we had been lucky enough to find it，bad as it was，and not forgetting to render a due share of gratitude to the shade of the long-departed Da Silvestra，who had corked it down so accurately on the tail of his shirt.
The wonderful thing to us was that it should have lasted so long，and the only way that I can account for it is by the supposition that it is fed by some spring deep down in the sand.
Having filled both ourselves and our water-bottles as full as possible，in far better spirits we started off again with the moon.That night we covered nearly five-and-twenty miles，but，needless to say，found no more water，though we were lucky enough on the following day to get a little shade behind some ant-heaps.When the sun rose and，for a while，cleared away the mysterious mists，Suliman's Berg and the two majestic breasts，now only about twenty miles off，seemed to be towering right above us，and looked grander than ever.At the approach of evening we started on again，and，to cut a long story short，by daylight next morning found ourselves upon the lowest slopes of Sheba's left breast，for which we had been steadily steering.By this time our water was again exhausted and we were suffering severely from thirst，nor indeed could we see any chance of relieving it till we reached the snow line，far，far above us.After resting an hour or two，driven to it by our torturing thirst，we went on again，toiling painfully in the burning heat up the lava slopes，for we found that the huge base of the mountain was composed entirely of lava beds belched out in some far-past age.
By eleven o'clock we were utterly exhausted，and were，generally speaking，in a very bad way indeed.The lava clinker，over which we had to make our way，though comparatively smooth compared with some clinker I have heard of，such as that on the island of Ascension，for instance，was yet rough enough to make our feet very sore，and this，together with our other miseries，had pretty well finished us.A few hundred yards above us were some large lumps of lava，and towards these we made with the intention of lying down beneath their shade.We reached them，and to our surprise，so far as we had a capacity for surprise left in us，on a little plateau or ridge close by we saw that the lava was covered with a dense green growth.