THE BEGION SOUTH OF THE ZAMBESI. 
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On the morning of the 16 th my guide Masupasila 
suddenly brought me to the Zambesi, and I saw it 
dashing along, six hundred feet beneath me. It was 
an imposing and startling sight. The beams of the 
tropical sun played in ever-changing hues upon the 
evergreen surface of the waters as they sped on their 
lonely, joyous course, shut in between rigid frowning 
bastions of rock ; now murmuring softly to themselves, 
now sending up a roaring and majestic greeting to the 
Leavens above. AYlien the scenes I witnessed in Africa 
ZAMBESI TYPES. 
rise before my memory, my only regret is that I was 
condemned to enjoy them alone, with no kindred spirit 
beside me to rejoice in their beauty. In the present 
instance, however, the sight was so grand that even 
the Bushman was sensibly affected by it, and my 
agitation did not escape him. The eloquent language 
of creation, though it speaks not in words, is intelligible 
to all nations of the earth ! 
The march from AVanki to the Victoria Falls took 
five days and a half, during which we met with no 
adventures to speak of. The honey-guide took care 
