It was
really splendid, like a bit of Italian coloring among the sombre tangle
of tropical verdure. It is too cold up here for this glorious tree,
which properly belongs to a far more tropical temperature than even
D'Urban can mount up to.
I am looking forward to next month and the following ones to make some
little excursions into the country, or to go "trekking," as the local
expression is. I hear on all sides how much that is interesting lies a
little way beyond the reach of a ride, but it is difficult for the
mistress--who is at the same time the general servant--of an
establishment out here to get away from home for even a few days,
especially when there is a couple of small children to be left behind.
No one travels now who can possibly help it, for the sudden violent
rains which come down nearly every afternoon swell the rivers and make
even the spruits impassable; so a traveler may be detained for days
within a few miles of his destination. Now, in winter the roads will be
hard, and dust will be the only inconvenience. At least, that is what I
am promised.
OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP.
THE CABS OF PARIS.
Paris is without doubt, of all large cities, the easiest to get about
in. Lines of omnibuses cross and recross its surface in every direction,
and, better still, the streets swarm with cabs, in which for the small
sum of thirty cents one can pass at will from any given point to any
other far distant one within its limits.
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