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and crafts of their fathers or, for that matter, of their 

 neighbors but a few miles away whom they probably 

 seldom get to know or see. 



North from Durban we passed through Zululand to 

 Swaziland, making a side trip to spend a few days with 

 Captain Potter, who is warden of the Hluhluwe and 

 Umfolozi Reserves where the last black-and-white rhi- 

 noceros are well protected and are steadily increasing. The 

 final high light of the journey of course was the opportunity 

 to revisit the great Kruger National Park. So much has been 

 written about this and it has been so often described that 

 I am not going to attempt to do this again. The Park is as 

 large as the State of Massachusetts, and swarms with 

 countless thousands of animals of innumerable different 

 sorts. In a day driving slowly along its narrow winding 

 roads one may see elephants, giraffe, buffalo, as well as 

 antelopes varying from the enormous eland, as big as an 

 ox, to the tiny steenbok, hardly larger than a fox terrier. 

 We spent a day or two in almost all of the camps from 

 Crocodile River in the south to Punda Maria in the north. 

 Colonel Stevenson-Hamilton, the chief ranger, and almost 

 all of the members of his force of wardens treated us with 

 the utmost courtesy, and many went out of their way to 

 make it possible for us to see rare and unusual animals 

 which could only be found by knowing exactly the place 

 which they frequented, or the exact time of day or night 

 when they were to be seen. After passing up and down the 

 whole length of the Park we left the Union of South 

 Africa at Komati Poort and passed over into Portuguese 

 East Africa at Ressano Garcia. 



