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glowed among the emerald grass, or bent lovingly to kiss 

 the ripples away from the surface of the water ; and birds 

 danced and thrilled the music from their pretty throats, 

 among the the swaying limbs. In this fairy-land we en- 

 camped, and Mr. Barrill decided to make it the limit of 

 his journey. Here we determined to spend a week of 

 sporting luxury, and complete our stock of trophies. 



Evening came on in quiet majesty, wearing one sweet 

 star upon her brow. Then the crescent moon appeared, and 

 in a pure sea"~of light the timid stars were dimmed. Around 

 our little camp, the light and shadow danced in fairy 

 revelry and the birds sung their lullaby in harmony with 

 the chirp and twitter of the insect world. But the grand 

 roar of the king of beasts, swelling along the stream, shook 

 the delicious feeling from our souls, and filled us with a 

 purpose of death ; and our rifles were prepared for service. 

 The bellowing of the buffalo and the cry of the hyena in- 

 creased the fever which had seized us. That night we re- 

 solved to hunt in a novel way. We went about two hun- 

 dred yards from camp, near the edge of the stream, and 

 selected two commanding mimosas, each of us mounted 

 into the branches of one, and quietly awaited the approach 

 of game to drink. 



Our positions were decidedly uncomfortable. We were 

 beyond the reach of lions, but an elephant or a rhinoceros 



might have made sad work of the trees, and we would 



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