WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



ashes, which are scattered by the first strong gust of 

 wind. 



Never shall I forget a mighty fire that I witnessed 

 near the Longido mountain, at the foot of which I was 



A HERD OF GRANT GAZELLES 



encamped. The whole mountain seemed to be on fire. 

 Whipped into fury by a strong and steady wind, the 

 fire rolled over the mountain meadows and spread into 

 chasms and crevices. Its glare turned night into day. 

 It seemed as though the mountains were alive, and 

 strangely fashioned clouds of smoke made it appear as 

 if fantastic beings were fighting one another near the 

 mountain -top. Now the fiames seized some meadow 

 of dry grass and reached up into the skies in a sud- 

 den blaze; now mighty masses of smoke darkened the 

 mountain, to be dispelled a few moments later by a 



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