GOOD-BYE SERGOIT 259 



And now you are looking on another change. A 

 new mark lies on the face of the level; like a faint straw- 

 coloured ribbon it winds across the veldt. It is the track 

 of the Boer's wagon. If sefari fires are lighted here and 

 there on your plateau, the fresh grass will soon cover over 

 the small gray circles where they burned for a night, and 

 no trace of them remains. But that faint yellow line deepens 

 and widens year by year. Old things for you are indeed 

 passing away. You have looked on many strange old 

 things, and seen them pass; things that the wisest of us 

 know nothing of. Would you could tell me of the new! 



Across the thin rising vale of grass fire smoke, I now 

 see your rocky crown but dimly, and for the last time. And 

 so, Sergoit, true land of the lion, Kua Heri. Kua Heri. 

 Good luck! Good-bye! 



