THE LAND OF FOOTPRINTS 



them all to within a sixth of the distance. After 

 amusing myself for some time in watching them, I 

 swept the glasses farther on. Still the same animals 

 grazing on the hills and in the hollows. I continued 

 to look, and to look again, until even the powerful 

 prismatic glasses failed to show things big enough 

 to distinguish. At the limit of extreme vision I could 

 still make out game, and yet more game. And as 

 I took my glasses from my eyes, and realized how 

 small a portion of this great land-sea I had been 

 able to examine; as I looked away to the ship-hills 

 hull-down over the horizon, and realized that over 

 all that extent fed the Game; the ever-new wonder of 

 Africa for the hundredth time filled my mind — the 

 teeming fecundity of her bosom. 



"Look here," said H. without removing his eye 

 from the 'scope, "just beyond the edge of that shadow 

 to the left of the bushes in the donga — Fve been 

 watching them ten minutes, and I can't make 'em 

 out yet. They're either hyenas acting mighty queer, 

 or else two lionesses." 



We snatched our glasses and concentrated on that 

 important detail. 



To catch the third experience you must have 

 journeyed with us across the "Thirst," as the natives 

 picturesquely name the waterless tract of two days 



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