Ways and Means 



ones furthest possible camp and can't stop 

 there. 



A wanderer in a strange savage land — Africa. 

 Whether the red blood of youth runs hottest in 

 one's veins in the quiet of an African swamp after 

 a charging buffalo, or the roar of the ring on the 

 English racecourse, or the excitement and dash of 

 the Indian polo-ground when the ponies' hoofs 

 fairly rattle, is a moot point. Slowly but surely 

 the Dark Continent calls one back in the stillness 

 of the night. 



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