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THE summer slipped away the full-pulsed ripeness^ 

 of the year; beauty and passion ; sunshine and storm ; 

 long spells of peace and gentleness, of springing life 

 and radiant glory; short intervals of reckless tempest 

 and destructive storm! Amongthe massed evergreens 

 of the woods there stood out here and there bright 

 spots of colour, the careless dabs from Nature's artist 

 hand ; yellow and brown, orange and crimson, all vividly 

 distinct, yet all in perfect harmony. The rivers, fed 

 from the replenished mountains' stores, ran full but 

 clear ; the days were bright ; the nights were cold ; the 

 grass was rank and seeding ; and it was time to go. 



Once more the Bushveld beckoned us away. 



We picked a spot where grass and water were good, 

 and waited for the rivers to fall ; and it was while 

 loitering there that a small hunting party from the 

 fields making for the Sabi came across us and camped 

 for the night. In the morning two of our party 

 joined them for a few days to try for something big. 

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