THROUGH ZAMBESI A. 
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Once out of the darkened forest, a typical African 
scene lay before us, and we pressed our way through 
great meadows of yellow grass, the eyes being relieved 
by constantly changing colours in the landscape. On 
the left a low spur ran downwards to the lake, while 
over the high green reeds that skirted the shore we saw 
the waters of Nyassa, calm and cool in appearance. 
CHASING A BLESSBOOK. 
Coming towards us were seen, nodding above the waving 
grass, horns and heads of a hidden herd of water-bucks. 
Within shot on our right was a herd of ten buffaloes, 
whose black heads dipped once or twice before they were 
finally lost to view. 
Night was approaching. Beneath the gloom of the 
leaden-hued clouds flashes of aureate light streamed to 
the distant hills, illumining their dark ridges and crests 
with resplendent gleams, whose rich light gradually 
