An Impression 



same thing. The invariable question comes 

 "Where and what?" The answer as invariably 

 one catches on the air, quite quietly, " Come and 

 see" a mere whisper! I forgot camp noises, 

 and lights and sounds. I was alone in illimitable 

 space. I waved my arms and could not feel 

 anything, as there was room ! Nothing but 

 space ! Nothing but the birds and animals, the 

 rocks and the grass, and myself. A few fleecy 

 rose-red clouds lingering as the rear-guard of the 

 rainy season floated overhead, whilst on the 

 horizon to the north and south they hung grey 

 and heavy solid banks of clouds lowering and 

 ominous, as if they intended themselves to frame 

 the sides of the picture. 



Longiedo and Erok the former in German 

 territory, the latter in English rose sheer 

 out of the waving sea of grass, craggy and 

 fierce, like sentinels, each guarding their post on 

 the frontier, ready to topple over and fight with 

 one another. Blue and indistinct, with rings of 

 damp white clouds near their peaks, their rugged 

 outline showing clear against a turquoise sky, 

 with the setting sun between them and colouring 

 their inner edges purple-red, these two veterans, 

 nature's obelisks of bygone times and countless 

 ages past, frowned at one another. 



A low misty blue ridge in the far distance 

 found its home out of sight in the orange-red 

 glow of the sun. 



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