The train arrives at Victoria Falls at 10.30 p.m. The hotel adjoins the station grounds. A swarm of “boys” take your luggage to the finest hotel beween the Cape and Cairo. The Turkish carpets are soft under foot, the fountains throw their spray on gorgeous palms, the plaza is ablaze with light, and bright silk frocks
move across into the shadows—the home of the “lotus eater” and the palace of the Alhambra.
Mosquito nets are in evidence, for it is a fever country, and only 1,200 miles from the equator.
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
the South African Railways will carry you through.
Publicity Methods On The New Zealand Railways.
The striking flashing electric sign recently erected by the Department on the Central Booking Office at Auckland.