In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . rget the glories of that summermorning, at the headwaters of the Nile. Awaybelow us for miles and miles glimmered the rapidsof the Victorian Nile under a sky of limpid green banks on either side were drowned infreshets of verdure. The woods were full ofstrange bright birds. There were also the cormo-rant, the
In wildest Africa : the record of a hunting and exploration trip through Uganda, Victoria Nyanza, the Kilimanjaro region and British East Africa, with an account of an ascent of the snowfields of Mount Kibo, in East Central Africa, and a description of the various native tribes . rget the glories of that summermorning, at the headwaters of the Nile. Awaybelow us for miles and miles glimmered the rapidsof the Victorian Nile under a sky of limpid green banks on either side were drowned infreshets of verdure. The woods were full ofstrange bright birds. There were also the cormo-rant, the hawk, and that queer comedy of natureswork, — the whale-headed stork. Looking down from our high platform above theriver we saw the beginning of the rapids and heardthe roaring thunder from the Fountains of the the middle distance there were little islands in thechannel and the current poured over in three sepa-rate rivers, reminding me of Niagara, where thewaters are parted by Goat Island; and in the back-ground rose swelling ranges of hills that faded inpurple distance away back into the very heart ofAfrica. As at our American falls, the current is compara-tively quiet above, but when it leaves these islandsit drops down in a boiling, bubbling, seething Photograph by Peter Dutkewich, copyright, 11»09. by Underwood & Tiiderwood, X. RIPON FALLS. At the Fountains of the Nile 381 The spray rises high into the air and falls back likerain on this tropical forest. It goes up in a mistand the dazzling sun of the equator paints rainbowsin it. We watched the glory of the angry watersand tried to estimate their power and limit. Thus at last I looked upon the Fountains of theNile, discovered in the pagan centuries by thePahars of the Pharaohs. So for millennia had theygushed under the Mountains of the Moon. Mymind drifted down the river of Lotus dreams, andwas lost in a mirage among the meadows ofasphodel that wind through the Milky Way of theold alchemists. In t
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