From Fort Portal to Bujongolo— ]\Iol)iiku Valley. 



The groiiiul was carpeteil with a deejj laver of lycopodiuni 

 and spriiii^v moss, and tliicklv dottetl with Ijig chimps of the 

 papery flowers, pink, yellow, and silver white of the helichrysum 

 or everlasting, ahove which rose the tall cohnnnar stalks of the 

 lobelia, like funereal torches, beside huge branching groups of 

 the monster senecio. Thr impression ])rodnced was l)evond 



THE HEATH FOREST. 



words to describe ; the spectacle was too weird, too improbable, 

 too unlike all familiar images, and upon the whole brooded the 

 same gi"ave deathly silence. 



Here and there, where tlie face of the cliif was so steep and 

 •smooth that no other plant could take root, were great golden 



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