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of the morning light on its buttressed silvery trunk 

 and long-pointed crimson leaves (for they are still 

 young), it is indeed a beautiful object. We are 

 here at the edge of a pretty hill-stream, and 



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A giant pipal tree with its buttressed silvery trunk. 



dismounting, the pony is sent back to camp, 

 and we cross the stream and proceed in a south- 

 easterly direction, intending to make for the 

 Kuilibrum Hill, unless we come upon fresh tracks 

 before. After a walk of a couple of miles we reach 

 a small pool, and round this there were many 

 marks of bison, showing that a herd had been 

 there, but not recently. In fact, I was soon given 



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