they had passed, it had been difficult to form a
true conception of the distance, and their estimate of twenty miles for
the distance separating them from the settlement was much too short.

On the 30th of January, the two Jardines and their most trusted black
boy, Eulah, started to find the settlement. For a time they were hemmed
in by a bend of what they took to be the Escape River, but on getting
clear of it, they were surprised to come to another large and swollen
river, which apparently ran into the Gulf. This forced them to return.
After a few days' rest, they made a second vain attempt. Hemmed in by
impassable morasses and impenetrable thickets, in some places they were
cut off from approaching even the river, by formidable belts of
mangroves. In fact, the Jardine River, as it is now called, heads almost
from the eastern shore, from Pudding Pan Hill in fact, Kennedy's fatal
camp. It overlaps the Escape River, and after many devious windings and
twistings, flows across the Cape out on to the Gulf shore.

It was not until the end of February that, on the subsidence of some of
the flooded creeks, the brothers made a successful effort, and got into
somewhat better travelling country. The next morning they came across
some blacks who were eager to be on good terms, and hailed them to their
surprise with shouts of "Franco; Allico; Tumbacco". These cries had been
taught them by Mr. Jardine, who was getting anxious because of his sons'
delay, and had done all he could think of to help them. He had cut a
marked tree line, almost from sea to sea; and coached the local natives
up in a few English words, so as to be recognised as friends. This last
device succeeded admirably. From these newcomers, they selected three as
guides, and the following day reached the settlement.

The rest of the party and the stock were soon brought into Somerset,
where a cattle-station was formed. When we look back at the difficulties
that beset the path of this expedition, and the unforseen disasters that
befel them, one cannot help feeling the greatest admiration for the
leaders and their conduct. In spite of the numberless treacherous attacks
of the blacks to which they had been subjected, not a member of the band
had been lost. They had fought their way through the same species of
danger that had environed the unfortunate Kennedy, and had all lived to
tell the tale. The Royal Geographical Society rewarded the labours of the
two brothers by e