From the Cape to Cairo; the first traverse of Africa from south to north . IN NUERLAND 299 miles of the mouth that I again came into a game country, where the bushcomes down to the river. Here I saw numerous giraffe, and one daymarched for hours through small herds of cow elephant. It was curiousthat I saw nothing but bulls on the Nile swamps, while on the Zaraf therewere huge numbers of breeding cows, and I only saw the spoor of a veryfew bulls, and those were mostly small. For days the muddy tide rollsslowly on between banks of sun-baked mud, unrelieved by swamps orvegetation. The tiocks of
From the Cape to Cairo; the first traverse of Africa from south to north . IN NUERLAND 299 miles of the mouth that I again came into a game country, where the bushcomes down to the river. Here I saw numerous giraffe, and one daymarched for hours through small herds of cow elephant. It was curiousthat I saw nothing but bulls on the Nile swamps, while on the Zaraf therewere huge numbers of breeding cows, and I only saw the spoor of a veryfew bulls, and those were mostly small. For days the muddy tide rollsslowly on between banks of sun-baked mud, unrelieved by swamps orvegetation. The tiocks of birds no more break the depressing monotony,naught but great loathly crocodiles, that slip without a sound into theturgid flow, bald-pated marabouts, and screaming kites. No sign of hope ;a vast reserve for Gods foulest creatures, and a fitting one. It is as thougha perpetual British Sabbath brooded over the land, but without the stolidlooks and air of self-assumed discomfort and melancholy that the Britishmind associates with holiness to lend a touch of humour to the s
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