now become a river, until we came to a greater river, into which
it emptied, and which ran down the center of a mighty valley.

"Then we followed this large river toward its source, hoping to
come to more open land. After twenty days of marching from the time
we had crossed the mountains and passed out of our own country we
came again to another range of mountains. Up their side we followed
the great river, that had now dwindled to a tiny rivulet, until
we came to a little cave near the mountain-top. In this cave was
the mother of the river.

"I remember that we camped there that night, and that it was very
cold, for the mountains were high. The next day we decided to
ascend to the top of the mountains, and see what the country upon
the other side looked like, and if it seemed no better than that
which we had so far traversed we would return to our village and
tell them that they had already found the best place in all the
world to live.

"And so we clambered up the face of the rocky cliffs until we
reached the summit, and there from a flat mountain-top we saw, not
far beneath us, a shallow valley, very narrow; and upon the far
side of it was a great village of stone, much of which had fallen
and crumbled into decay."

The balance of Waziri's story was practically the same as that
which Busuli had told.

"I should like to go there and see this strange city," said Tarzan,
"and get some of their yellow metal from its fierce inhabitants."