CHAPTER XXVII. 



SOUTH AFRICAN FLORA. 

 A Young Botanist Bad Shooting Kindness to Children. 



BY this time my "boy" has joined me with the 

 game, and two fine plump fellows they are, over 

 whom my follower fairly gloated in anticipation of at 

 no distant date enjoying a feed upon their carcases. 



Following round the face of the rocks nothing 

 worth shooting presents itself; still, to the observant 

 eye, indications are to be detected that tell that 

 the locality was not always so deserted. 



The variety of heaths to be found in these 

 highlands are as numerous as they are beautiful, 

 and present a field of research for the botanist that 

 has been but little intruded upon. When I travelled 

 in Japan, about twenty-five years ago, I was for a 

 lengthened period in constant companionship with 

 Mr. John Veitch, alas! now dead. He was a most 



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