The Conquest of the Desert 



a dazzling road of shells. It cut to the heart 

 to crunch under foot those pretty fossils as 

 we pushed forward over the sand-dunes. And 

 then the climate ! We do not suppose that 

 any place in all the world has more hours of sun- 

 shine than the Kalahari. How many delicate 

 lives might be saved by a course of desert 

 treatment, and what a work lies open to the 

 settler in the development of those sunlit 

 lands ! 



And what of the future ? It belongs to the 

 dry farmer. He is settling on those desolate 

 plains. No disaster can break his spirit. No 

 drought can wither the fruits of his tireless 

 industry. A new man has arisen — worthy, 

 indeed, of the New Agriculture. 



