My travels in North West Rhodesia : or, A missionary journey of sixteen thousand miles . etly to leave at such an unearthlyhour without breaking anyones rest, but would insist on seeing the Ex-president off in due form^^ as he expressedit, so I had his company during the long wait,and his kind help in getting my belongings intothe train, and I shall long cherish gratefulmemories of the hospitality of the braveworkers of Tigers Kloof. The first part of my journey to-day isthrough a flat, bare country, which lookssufficiently poor to make one wonder howcattle can live and men grow r
My travels in North West Rhodesia : or, A missionary journey of sixteen thousand miles . etly to leave at such an unearthlyhour without breaking anyones rest, but would insist on seeing the Ex-president off in due form^^ as he expressedit, so I had his company during the long wait,and his kind help in getting my belongings intothe train, and I shall long cherish gratefulmemories of the hospitality of the braveworkers of Tigers Kloof. The first part of my journey to-day isthrough a flat, bare country, which lookssufficiently poor to make one wonder howcattle can live and men grow rich. Thenabout noon we entered the region of a rangeof mountains, which presented a very agree-able change of scene, but by three oclock wehave reached the flats again; and nothing iswithin view but a dead monotony of bushyforest. Five oclock. We are now passing througha sandy country. My coach is towards theback—last but one—of the train and the verypaper I am now writing on is covered with afine dusty sand. The steward has just beenwith afternoon tea—not before it was CAPE TOWN TO BULAWAYO. 29 Friday, July 31. I am now in Bulawayo. We steamed intothe station true to time^ We had madeup the hour we were behind during the night. Early this morning a gentleman and ladyand their little three-year-old girl came intomy compartment. They were very chatty andkind, and gave me a good bit of informationabout the part of the country we were passingthrough. They have been out three years,and came from near Manchester. They havea farm through which the train passes, andthey also keep a store. They came out forhis health, and he is quite well here, but it isa lonely life—50 miles south of Bulawayo andtheir nearest neighbours a long way off, butthey seemed happy and hopeful, and glad tohave some one to talk their plans over land is good here both for cattle and woman told me she had a brother aPrimitive Methodist. Wherever I go I findthe influence of
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