locked up in pole fences that are leopard-proof. . . . This morning, when I awoke, I found a gentle rain falling in front of my room at the hotel. It turned out to be mist from the falls. This mist shifts with the wind, and in whatever direction we walk we run into it occasionally. At points quite distant from the falls it amounts to only a mist, or a very gentle rain, but at other places there is a heavy downpour. Along certain walls of the canyon below the cataract, dozens of waterfalls may be seen, and these are fed by the mists rising from the falls. There is seldom an hour during the day that a rainbow may not be seen from the hotel veranda. During moonlight nights a lunar rainbow may be seen which, experts say, shows one color not seen in the rainbow in daylight. . . . I was looking over the hotel register today, and ran across this entry: "Mrs. Annie E. McConnell, U. S. A." I made some remark about finding a visitor from home, and the clerk said, laughingly:
"That woman became lost, and fourteen of us spent half of one night hunting her."
The paths around the hotel and falls are very well defined, but travelers may easily become confused after nightfall.
Tuesday, April 1.—On a public desk at the Victoria
Falls Hotel is kept a book marked "Suggestions."
Visitors are expected to write in it how they liked the
falls, and suggest improvements of the service. I suggest
that the average visitor does not care to spend
four days here, as he is now compelled to do. I have
