Bivouacked on North-West side of hill, at a small water-hole.
The sides of this hill he covered with a layer of bricks that the sand might not be blown away.
They all descended from the hill and came on slowly towards us.
We sighted the range and hill seen by my brother, and reached it at sundown.
This afternoon I took a round of angles and bearings from a pile of stones on the hill.
Windich and I fired our revolvers at them several times, and chased them up the hill.
The view from the summit of the hill is commanding and beautiful, but its grape is unique.
And Jeff Rankin rose without a word and lumbered to the top of the hill.
As a rule he waited on the top of the hill in the clump of pines.
Down the hill they thundered, over the brook and up to the scene of the contest.