inquisitive enough to climb the Table Mountain: of these four made their way up by the usual route through the gorge, three arriving at the top and one remaining behind on the way. The other three went by the valley between the Table Mountain and the Devil's Hill [Saddle] and were never seen again, and were undoubtedly devoured by the wild beasts, one being from Harlinge, one from Hoorn, and the third an Easterner*: since the lions and tigers are so bold there, that they dare not only to drag a sheep from the flock and devour it, but even take the shepherds and the sheepdogs, or at times by night the cattle from the stalls and farmhouses. My companions put forward also the objection, that bad weather might come, and the hill be covered with clouds and storms, so that we would not be able to find the paths nor descend. But all their arguments could not persuade me to go down, since I was fully resolved to remain there, whether alone or with the two others, during the coming night and most of the next day, so as to examine everything on all sides and take note of it.
As they would not stay, they set off downwards between 4 and 5 o'clock, and according to their report arrived at the houses late in the evening. Being thus alone I strolled in solitude on the flat top of the Table Mountain until 8 in the evening, the moon and stars shining very brightly, and then lay down to rest in some scrub between the rocks; but little sleep could I get, especially when I thought of the height of the hill, and the dangerous solitude of the same, where dwelt so many man-eating lions and evil tigers, and where, should anything happen to me, I could be heard by no one, and far less helped. But GOD shielded and protected me, not only that night but also in many other dangers. I heard no roar or howl of any wild beast, nor any noise but from some small frogs dwelling in the scrub and marshes here, who sang all night in their fashion. Sometimes also I heard some small birds sing; also I saw five roebucks, as large as an ordinary dog, chestnutbrown in colour and fur, short-eared, with a long sharp snout and jet-brown eyes. Also I found under the rocks two nests of Dassen or Steenbokjes, as if hollowed out, much of their dung lying around these nests.
As to the upper-flat of the Table Mountain, the same is for the most part flat, but in places hilly, with flat and shallow valleys, in which grow bush, grass, and here and there some low trees.
Arriving on the flat one finds a long and wide area, seeming as if floored with hard rocks and flat stones, between which are hollows, and in many other holes and waterworn rocks there is very lovely fresh water, so that there is no lack of drink.
About half an hour's walk from the place where one comes up, eastwards, there is a shallow valley, where there are many wonderful rocks looking as if piled up by hand, this valley being grown with scrub and marram.
Passing over this one comes to a ravine [Saddle] which divides the Table Mountain from the Devil's Hill. This is dangerously deep, with many cliffs and incredible clefts, holes and caves, to look at which affrightened me.
Standing on the edge of the Table Mountain one can see over the other hills that lie around, which look small from here though they are in reality high.