A Glorious Sunset 



it was presenting to Nature. My mind became a 

 mixture of gold and red, and was transported to a 

 pinnacle from whence it beheld an exalted view of 

 things in general. One seemed to be looking on 

 from some impersonal point of view, in which all 

 worldly things were richly laden with colour, and 

 wore an appearance not of trouble and distress, but 

 rather of unsullied joy. Yes, if the next world has 

 a promise of the like of that, the sooner we arrive 

 there the better. We ate our meal in comparative 

 silence, drinking in this superb sunset. 



The extravagant colouring was continually altering 

 as the sun dipped lower and lower behind the sharp 

 outline of the darkened hills. Just over our heads 

 a mass of white cumuli clouds were ascending and, 

 catching the distant colour, were flecked with a rosy 

 red, and in their turn reflected themselves in the 

 smooth waters of the glass-like lake. I felt myself 

 a different person after having been allowed to 

 behold such a perfect display of Nature, and its 

 mysterious influence still permeated me long after 

 I had retired to my tent for the night. 



A lion came prowling round the camp shortly 

 after dark, lending a full share to the many varied 

 sounds ever to be heard breaking the stillness of an 

 African tropical night. 



The next day being Sunday, we agreed to take 

 a rest. We wandered along the shore, watching 

 the natives and some of the men of my escort 

 bathinor tooether. 



We picked up some shells of wonderful hues, 



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