The subtitle would suggest folk tales, but this is actually autobiographical reminiscences, random notes and incidents from a boyhood and youth in South Africa. The writer has observed, wondered and wandered- and he writes with keen perception of the pulsing life, the mysteries of the Dark Continent. He has explored the ancient ruins of Zimbabwe, the temple and treasure house; he has watched the ritualistic and sensuous mating dance of the poisonous cobra and the grave and dignified waltz of the ostrich; he has seen lions in bloody battle. The fancination of this book is hard to analyze; it has much of the magic of W. H. Hudson's Green Mansions and Little Boy Lost. It is Africa. One almost hears the whisper of the long grass, the beat of distant drums, the wild rhythms of native dancers. The early teens, with keen imagination and sensitivity, will enjoy it- and from then up there should be no age barrier. It is a rare experience in reading.