vast plateau like those of Arizona in flora bounded by level-topped buttes and peaks. Saw small black money walking slowly and indignantly away from the passing train near the head of the pass. Not a cloud in the sky until near sundown when beautiful crimson horizontal plumes decorated the lower sky all around. A most glorious day in every way. The stars shone bright as we sped on over the apparently boundless plain. Jan. 17. Glorious sunrise. Cloudless. All day on great plateau. Soil red and tawny. And nests, dome-shaped, narrow, eighteen inches high. Saw man on horseback driving a flock of ostriches. A remarkable sight to me. Crossed only one river by a fine steel bridge. The Orange River, I suppose. Arrived at Kimberly about 7:20 P.M. Marvelous city, of enormous gray dumps of material hoisted from the diamond beds. Left Kimberly and the diamond pits at 8:30 P.M. Dry desert, seemingly endless.
Original journal dimensions: 10 x 17 cm.
Holt-Atherton Special Collections, University of the Pacific Library
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