VISIT TO CAPE TOWN. 
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and rock, but on nearer acquaintance showed up 
many pretty little spots, with here and there banks 
of charming flowers. 
After an hour’s drive we reached the little village 
of Cork Bay, whose inhabitants appear to get their 
living by fishing, for there were vast numbers of the 
finny tribe spread out in all directions to dry. Here 
all surrounding nature seemed fishy, the strong 
effluvia permeating everything, even to the trees, 
foliage, and flowers. 
From here the road leaves the coast, and proceeds 
in almost a straight line over the plains which unite 
the Cape with the continent. The high land seem- 
ingly now recedes, and as we ride on, the scenes 
become more and more charming ; the range of hills 
with the celebrated Table Mountain, Devil’s Peak, 
Lion’s Rump, &c., is visible, beautifully tinged in 
varied colours, while on the left we are passing Con- 
stants, with its renowned vineyards. On we go, the 
road still leading through a park-like country, with 
charming plantations of pines and oaks on either 
hand, interspersed with elegant villas and stately 
mansions. Having now arrived at Wynberg, we 
complete the rest of the journey to Cape Town by 
rail, and, on approaching our destination, obtain 
glimpses of beautiful landscapes, Table Bay, with its 
shipping, and the gigantic rocky wall of the Table 
Mountains, rising nearly perpendicular to an altitude 
of 3500 feet. On arrival we found convenient and 
