SIX MONTHS AT CAPE TOWN. 77 



Good-bye to crickets and to frogs, 

 Good-bye to lean and ugly dogs ; 

 And welcome, welcome, Irisb bogs, 



Hearths and hearts warm and true! " 



Further rhyme was lacking, so I sat down and enjoyed the 

 bounding of the vessel over the blue waters. We had a fair 

 day, fine breeze, and bright sun, and I sat on the poop. Be- 

 fore evening had closed in Africa had become a shadow, and 

 the dreams of my boyhood had passed away, hid beneath a 

 horizon of cold, dark water. 



" Have I then crossed the ocean and done nothing ? It is too 

 true, but come — no matter ; the grey hairs are still so few that I 

 can count them without much trouble. Let me therefore live 

 in the hope that brighter days may come." 



