A RUN WITH THE CAPE 

 FOXHOUNDS 



HE setting sun is slowly 

 withdrawing his broad 

 warm hand from off 

 the land as we steam 

 out by the evening train from the 

 chill and darkling shadow of Table 

 Mountain, and rattle off across the 

 " Flats " for the hunting - ground 

 beyond. 



Our Colonial railway system may 

 not be so speedy as those at home, 

 but it is infinitely more advanced in 



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