CAPE FOXHOUNDS 

 " Flats/' sandy heath-covered plains, 

 some eight miles in extent, with the 

 grey-blue mass of Table Mountain 

 rising stark and sheer from out the 

 sea beyond them. 



Look where you will except for 

 two or three widely distant clumps 

 of trees, with their white farm- 

 buildings among them there is 

 little to show that the country is a 

 populous colony. Most of the farms 

 and villages, being built near water, 

 lie hidden in the folds of the ground. 



The long, broad shadows cast by 

 the rising sun across the dewy downs 

 are slowly growing shorter as we jog 

 along towards the dark heath-grown 

 hillside that is our first cover. But 

 ere we reach it a fresh delay occurs. 

 Over the brow before us there rise 

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