Time and space would fail to tell of the beauty of the Falls. They and the railways are the two striking features in a great country. After viewing the former an American tourist cabled to his President, “Scrap Niagara.” On the railways some £25,000,000 a year is spent. The distances are great—from the Cape to the Zambesi, and back is a journey of 5,000 miles, and east and west are further distances—distances not measured in miles, but in days. The railway guides read: First day, second day, third day, and so on. There, “The Over Lords of all the Earth,” contend with the great spaces of a continent without a rival, and when you have come

“To the home of the floods and thunder,
To her pale dry healing blue—
To the lift of the great Cape combers
And the smell of the baked karroo.
To the growl of the sluicing stamp-head,
To the reef and the water-gold,
To the last and the largest Empire,
On the map that is half unrolled,”

the South African Railways will carry you through.