AN IMPRESSION 



MAY I attempt to describe a scene on 

 my return journey from Kilimanjaro 

 along the German boundary ? 



Imagine yourself standing on a 

 solitary outcrop of granite rocks about a hundred 

 feet high in the midst of a vast plain. 



I looked at the sun setting in a cloud of golden 

 glory due west, between two distant blue moun- 

 tains, over the low blue ranges further off, over the 

 hills and undulating rise and fall of the ground. 

 There was light enough to distinguish that the 

 foreground was waving green, shadowy grass that 

 on the morrow would wet one to the waist with dew. 



A long, long vista of greenery disappeared 

 south-west between the hills, quite flat, growing 

 narrower by degrees, and then darker as it 

 caught the shade of the mountains. It vanished 

 on the horizon quite blue, and quite suddenly 

 into space. It vanished into the west, into the 

 orange sky. It seemed like a road that had its 

 way broad, open, and was calling on the travellers 

 to follow it into the unknown. It was borne 

 upon me once again that the "unknown" and 

 the " peace " of an African wild are one and the 



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