252 LODGES IN THE WILDERNESS 



strive to gather up the plains into their blight- 

 ing grip. 



Sometimes, when the firmament is very clear 

 and the fingers of the wind stray r*"+h T 

 through the tresses of the night, I lift l. ~, es 

 to the familiar stars and realise that again the 

 sky has gathered the throbbing desert to its 

 breast and covered Bushmanland with the 

 folds of its purple mantle. It is then I unlock 

 my storehouse of dreams and live once more 

 through vanished days of strenuous effort and 

 nights of wonderful mystery. 



THE END 



