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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