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mounts like a snowy wreath around the hill-tops, 

 and then, as a passing thought, it vanishes. A 

 glassy clearness of the atmosphere reveals the 

 magnificent view of virgin forest newly awakened 

 from its sleep ; mountain and valley, hill and 

 plain, covered with innumerable trees, stretch be- 

 neath one's feet ; every dewy leaf gilded by the 

 morning sun ; every rock glistening with moisture 

 in his bright rays; mountain and valley, wood and 

 plain, alike rejoicing in his beams. 



Then on again once more, through bush and 

 scrub, over rock and boulder, towards Nyeri, the 

 big peak in the Congo mountains ; and thence 

 onwards through a narrow gorge on the brink of 

 the river which gradually widened out as we 

 neared the village and fields encircling Nimule. 

 The fine trees, worthy of any park, were clumped 

 in dark green masses here and there. Tall bor- 

 assus palms were scattered about the valley, 

 sometimes singly, at others growing in consider- 

 able numbers. Near and distant hills, high and 

 bold rocks, in between which flow the muddy 

 waters of the Unyama, now a shallow stream, 

 and the grand old Nile upon our right, all com- 

 bined to form a landscape of surpassing beauty. 



At Nimule we were able to rest awhile until 

 the arrival of the boats, that took us further up 

 the Nile to Butiaba. We had, therefore, ample 

 time to make provision for our ** Safari," and re- 

 plenish the deficiencies in the chop-boxes. Here 



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