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we came to a halt. The zebra showed very hand- 

 some at that range, for even their smaller leg 

 stripes were all plainly visible. Of course at 

 that distance there could be small chance of 

 missing, and we owned one each. The Wakamba, 

 who had been watching eagerly, swarmed down, 

 shouting. 



We dined just at sunset under a small tree at 

 the very top of the peak. Long bars of light 

 shot through the western clouds ; the plain 

 turned from solid earth to a mysterious sea of 

 shifting twilights ; the buttes stood up, wrapped 

 in veils of soft desert colours ; Kilimanjaro hung 

 suspended like a rose-coloured bubble above the 

 abyss beyond the world. 



