Notes on South African Hunting, 59 
The Falls. 
mus tracks through the bush, we suddenly 
emerged right on the brink of the Falls. 
Perhaps no man has ever adequately de¬ 
scribed the magnificence of the Falls, and it 
would be folly in me to attempt to do so ; all 
I will do is to say and give some sort of idea of 
their appearance. 
The Zambesi above the Falls is about a mile 
or a mile and a half in width, and is dotted 
over with large islands. Descending the river, 
one would have not the smallest suspicion of 
any Falls being near, were it not for the lofty 
columns of vapour rising over the trees, so 
calmly and quietly does the river flow along. 
All at once, without the least warning, the 
whole waters of the river tumble with a noise 
like thunder over a chasm in its bed, some 
three to four hundred feet deep. A part of the 
river, separated by an island from the main 
stream, then turns abruptly away to the left at 
the bottom of the abyss, and, joining the other 
waters, the whole rush roaring out through 
numerous small channels, until thev unite once 
more in the mighty Zambesi, rolling its waves 
down to the sea. The Falls run somewhat in 
