THE BLESBOK ANTELOPE l6/ 



of purple, brown, and white, the dust rising in a 

 thick fog from under their twinkling feet. Hundreds 

 and hundreds of antelopes scour against the wind in 

 endless succession ; the atmosphere is thickened 

 with dust-fog and perfumed with warm bovine scent. 

 Brilliant sky, brilliant earth, brilliant blesbok we 

 close our eyes, but the vision of those bright-coated 

 antelopes is still before us. 



