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carpet of emerald green moss out of which peep anemones and primulas. 
Here indeed when the mild warmth of the day has dried up the night dews 
might one lie half stupefied by the rich aroma of the cedar wood, “the world 
forgetting, by the world forgot,” while the big purple pigeons with white- 
streaked necks and yellow beaks resume their courtship on the branches above 
A ROCK GARDEN ON MLANJE 
our heads. Beyond the cedar wood is the mountain-side strewn with innumer¬ 
able boulders and cubes of rock which are interspersed with huge everlasting 
flowers and a strange semi-Alpine vegetation. If we are trying to scramble up 
these to reach the summit we shall hear from time to time the musical 
trickle of water in caverns and holes, closed in by these strong boulders and 
thickly hung with mosses and ferns. Should we then have reached any 
of the great summits of Mlanje and looked down into its central crater we 
shall realise that here must have been at one time volcanic action. The 
