The leopard woman

It was the close of the day. Over the baked veldt of
Equatorial Africa a safari marched. The men, in single file,
were reduced to the unimportance of moving black dots by
the tremendous sweep of the dry country stretching away to
a horizon infinitely remote, beyond which lay single
mountains, like ships becalmed hull-down at sea. The
immensities filled the world-- the simple immensities of
sky and land. Only by an effort, a wrench of the mind,
would a bystander on the advantage, say, of one of the little
rocky, outcropping hills have been able to narrow his vision
to details.