
 
        
         
		the  “ Mimosa-bark,”  that  now supplies  a  large  quantity  
 of  tanning-material  for  export  to  England.  I   may  
 here  at  once  state,  and  the  fact  will  explain  the  
 difficulties  and  expense  of  transport  to  the Transvaal,  
 that  I   found  this bark could  be absolutely delivered  at  
 £2  per ton less in London than at Pretoria.  The cultivation  
 of  these  “Wattles”  is  largely  on  the  increase,  
 and will considerably add to the  exports from Durban. 
 Christmas  had  passed  without  pleasure,  for,  even  
 stripped of the pagan accessories  of holly and mistletoe,  
 it  will  always  be  to  Englishmen  a  time  of  family  
 reunion,  and my thoughts were with my family away in  
 snow-covered  Surrey.  On  “ boxing-day ”  I  left  by the  
 coach for Johannesburg, and once more began to retrace  
 my steps towards the  sea.  It soon commenced  to rain,  
 and  we  subsequently  drove  through  a  white  mist  or  
 damp fog,  such  as  I  had  not  seen  since leaving  home,  
 and  which  seemed  little  in  keeping  with  what  one  
 anticipates in South-east Africa. 
 Johannesburg, which we  reached  about  7  p .m.,  is  the  
 veritable Chicago  of  South Africa.  The Band  is  high,  
 healthy, and cool, and the atmosphere quite invigorating  
 after the  close and  still  air of  sheltered  Pretoria.  The  
 surrounding  country  looks  bare  and  desolate  in  the  
 extreme, there  are  scarcely any  trees  to  be  seen,  there  
 is  nothing  picturesque, but  there is  Johannesburg  and  
 the  site  of the finest gold-producing reef in the country.  
 It  is  here  that  the  real  pulse  of  the Transvaal is felt,  
 though  the  heart  may beat  at  Pretoria.  Young  trees  
 are being  planted  in  considerable numbers,  and  by the  
 time these have  grown  and  added  sylvan  beauty to  the  
 spot, may commercial prosperity also have returned to  a  
 town  that  holds  so  many of  our  countrymen  and  contains  
 so  much  capital  belonging  to  English  investors.  
 Gold  is  the  main  strength  of  the  Transvaal,  but  its  
 quest by unscrupulous  company promoters  has  been  its  
 curse. 
 I t was  a  great  relief  at  Johannesburg  to  once  more  
 stay in a comfortable hotel, especially with single-bedded  
 rooms.  To  occupy  a  double-bedded  room  without 
 having  seen  the  other  guest,  who  may  turn  in  very  
 late,  and  perhaps  not  sober,  is  what  I  once  or  twice  
 .experienced  during my  stay  in  the  country,  but which  
 I  gladly  relinquished  when  possible.  The  Grand  
 National  Hotel  was  built  at  the  time  of  the  greatest  
 prosperity of Johannesburg,  and  the  cashier assured me  
 that the  takings  then  averaged  £ 2 0 0   daily ;  but  at the  
 time  of  my  visit the receipts  only amounted to  about a  
 fourth of that sum.  Some of the  smaller hotels were virtually  
 closed,  and  fires had  become  somewhat  frequent.  
 I remember years  ago  travelling with an American who  
 praised in no half-hearted way his native Chicago.  Some  
 considérable  conflagrations  having  recently  occurred  
 there, I ventured  to  remark  that  fires  sometimes  took  
 place.  That is nothing,  replied my companion :  “ when  
 a business man in Chicago is  going  to fail, he burns his  
 place  down.” 
 I  left  Johannesburg  at  5  a .m .  on  a  fine  Sunday  
 morning  for  the  long  coach-drive  to  Newcastle.  The  
 journey was  scarcely  different  to  what  I  had  formerly  
 experienced,  save  that  the  coach  was  less  crowded and  
 the veld was  now green in its  summer  dress, whereas  it  
 was  in winter brown  when  I  crossed  before.  But  the  
 sky was now clouded, frequent showers  of rain occurred,  
 and one missed the lovely warm umber tints  of the veld  
 and hills as  seen under the clear winter  sky. 
 We  reached  Heidelberg  about  10 A.M.,  a  small  and  
 early established  town, but, like the rest,  suffering from  
 the present depression.  It  has  a considerable  “ coolie”  
 or  Indian  population,  and  a  priest  of  Islam, who  had  
 been  travelling  through  the  South-African  diocese,  
 joined  the  coach.  He  was  certainly  one  of  the  most  
 handsome men  I  had  ever met.  Tall  and  of  graceful  
 stature,  he  possessed  a  perfectly formed  and  chiselled  
 mouth,  such  as  one  seldom  sees  in  man, but  is  found  
 principally  in  women  of  the  classical  type  of  beauty ;  
 and with  an  aquiline  nose was  also  combined  the  dark  
 soft  spiritual  eyes  which  mark  the  true  type  of  the  
 visionary priest of  all  creeds.  This man was  evidently  
 of  good  birth,  as  proved  by  the  ease,  confidence,  and