THE GREW ZEBRA. 



The most superficial study of the map of 

 Africa to-day demonstrates everywhere the rapid 

 progress of civilisation in every part of what can 

 scarcely any longer be called the Dark Continent. 

 Northwards, Egypt, prosperous and contented, is 

 happily united to a reconquered Soudan, and 

 Khartoum (linked to Cairo by a band of iron) is 

 once more an outpost of civilisation. Westwards 

 lies the huge area of British Nigeria, our latest 

 protectorate. In the East the Uganda Railway, 

 a hissing snake of steel, writhes its way from 

 Mombasa on the coast to Port Florence on the 

 Victoria Nyanza : while far in the south Table 

 Mountain, once infested by lions and rhinoceroses, 

 towers above the metropolis of a vast austral 

 empire stretching from the Cape to the Limpopo. 



Although the railways have in recent times 

 proved most important factors in this opening up 

 of Africa, one must not lose sight of the invaluable 

 services which have been and still are rendered 

 to man by his fourfooted servants, especially 

 by the horse for riding and by the ox for 

 transport. Numerous accounts of African travel 

 have made us familiar with the hunter's 

 equipage a waggon drawn by a team of sturdy 

 long-horned Cape oxen, encouraged by the voice 



