A JOURNEY TO DURBAN. 



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industrial progress had been much retarded by the 

 presence of the financial agent and company-promoter, 

 of whom I was assured there were quite a colony 

 in Maritzburg, and who my host described as " Hebrew 

 Lilies, who toiled not neither did they spin." 



I left his house to catch the night train, driven in a 



Mylabris transversalis on Rose. 



Cape cart drawn by a pair of spirited horses guided by 

 a native boy. The night was pitch dark, the roads bad, 

 with a river to drive through, and yet we went at full 



