CHAPTER VIII 



WHAT THE BROWN EARTH GAVE TO THE BLUE 



If you leave Johannesburg any day before noon 



you will arrive soon after eight the same evening 



at the little town of Christiana. It is worth 



while to rise early in the morning as the lights 



and shadows flit across the river, touch the 



Transvaal, leap into the Free State, and race 



madly onward to salute their fairest sister where 



the dawn breaks on Fourteen Streams. There 



at the gateway of the Golden West you will 



hear the call of the desert, and the men are 



moving Westward, ever Westward, from 



Mafeking to Morokwen, and from Kimberley to 



Kenhardt. They are the advance columns of 



the great army of colonists who will one day 



penetrate into this fertile region. No land for 



settlers in South Africa ! Surely men are 



dreaming. Northward, westward, southward 



for 500 miles you may travel, day after day, on 



these sunlit plains, dry as dust, hard as nails 



with their priceless treasures — aeons of fertility 



— only waiting to be won. But these lands are 



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