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J. E. C. Bodley Littell's Living Age — Volume 178… (1888)

I had ridden on a Basuto pony through Tembuland, and on the cowcatcher of a railway engine through the Hex River Pass; and now a Cape cart drawn by four wiry horses driven by a Hottentot boy, my only companion, had brought me through the dusty streets of Kimberley and the long lines of one-storied shops and drinking canteens which form the suburbs or townships of Beaconsfield and Du Toit's Pan. The naming of certain quarters of the diamond city after eminent British statesmen is apt to lead strangers into a curious misapprehension.
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J. E. C. Bodley Littell's Living Age — Volume 178… (1888)

The interval after my arrival in Table Bay had been occupied in many hundreds of miles of travel in and about the Old Colony, among the vineyards of the Paarl, the orchards and ostrich-camps of the fertile Oudtshoorn valley, and the bleak desolation of the Great Karroo. I had hunted the zebra with hospitable Boer farmers in the mountains of George, and followed the spoor of the elephant (with indifferent success) in the virgin Knysna forest. I had seen the products of civilization at the Grahamstown Exhibition, and had unwittingly caused the discovery of murder in Pondoland.
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J. E. C. Bodley Littell's Living Age — Volume 178… (1888)

Many visitors from Europe to Bloemfontein have carried away in their memories a pleasant picture of courtly old Sir John Brand sitting amid his charming family, now, alas! in mourning for their head. There is really no reason why he should be described as old, especially in this epoch of old men when battered politicians of fifty are looked upon as youths of promise, for the president was only sixty-five when he died the other day.
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