disappearing into the immensities of the infinite. There is space in
African skies beyond the experience of those who have dwelt only in other
lands. They dwarf the earth; and the plains and mountains, lying in weeks'
journeys spread before the eye, dwarf all living things, so that at the
last the man of imagination here becomes a humble creature.

For an hour the two remained on top the kopje. The details of the unknown
country ahead, toward which Kingozi gave his attention, were simple. From
the green line of the watercourse, near which the camp showed white and
tiny, the veldt swept away for miles almost unbroken. Here and there were
tiny parklike openings of clear grass; here and there more kopjes standing
isolated and alone, like fortresses. Far down over the edge of the world
showed dim and blue the tops of a short range of mountains. Vainly did
Kingozi sweep his glasses over the landscape in hope of another line of
green. No watercourse was visible. On the other hand, the scattered growth
of thorn trees showed no signs of thickening to the dense spiky jungle
that is one of the terrors of African travel. There might be a watercourse
hidden in the folds of the earth; there might be a rainwater "tank," or a
spring, on any of the kopjes. Simba and Cazi Moto were both experienced,
and capable of a long round trip. The problem of days' journeys was not
pressing at this moment. Kingozi noted the compass bearings of all the
kopjes; took back sights in the direction from which he had come; closed
his compass; and began idly to sweep the country with his glasses. In an
unwonted mood of expansion he turned to Mali-ya-bwana.

"We go there," he told the porter, indicating the blue mountain-tops.

"It is far," Mali-ya-bwana replied.

Kingozi continued to look through his glasses. Suddenly he stopped them on