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doze ; to awaken nearly frozen ! The train has 

 climbed into what is, after weeks of the tropics, 

 comparative cold ; and if you have not been 

 warned to carry wraps, you are in danger of pneu- 

 monia. 



The gray dawn comes, and shortly, in the sud- 

 den tropical fashion, the full light. You look 

 out on a wide smiling grass country, with dips 

 and swales, and brushy river bottoms, and long 

 slopes and hills thrusting up in masses from 

 down below the horizon, and singly here and 

 there in the immensities nearer at hand. The 

 train winds and doubles on itself up the gentle 

 slopes and across the imperceptibly rising plains. 

 But the interest is not in these wide prospects, 

 beautiful and smiling as they may be, but in the 

 game. It is everywhere. Far in the distance 

 the herds twinkle, half guessed in the shimmer of 

 the bottom lands or dotting the sides of the hills. 

 Nearer at hand it stares as the train rumbles and 

 sways laboriously past. Occasionally it even be- 

 comes necessary to whistle aside some impertinent 

 kongoni that has placed himself between the 

 metals ! The newcomer has but a theoretical 

 knowledge at best of all these animals ; and he is 

 intensely interested in identifying the various 

 species. The hartebeeste and the wildebeeste he 



