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THE summer slipped away the full-pulsed ripeness! 

 of the year ; beauty and passion ; sunshine and storm ; | 

 long spells of peace and gentleness, of springing life | 

 and radiant glory; short intervals of reckless tempest j\ 

 and destructive storm! Among the massed evergreens ( ' 

 of the woods there stood out here and there bright 

 spots of colour, the careless dabs from Nature's artist 

 hand ; yellow and brown, orange and crimson, all vividly 

 distinct, yet all in perfect harmony. The rivers, fed 

 from the replenished mountains' stores, ran full but 

 clear ; the days were bright ; the nights were cold ; the 

 grass was rank and seeding ; and it was time to go. 



Once more the Bushveld beckoned us away. 



We picked a spot where grass and water were good, 

 and waited for the rivers to fall ; and it was while 

 loitering there that a small hunting party from the 

 fields making for the Sabi came across us and camped 

 for the night. In the morning two of our party 

 joined them for a few days to try for something big. 

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