Photo by James L. Clark 

 Before (•ri)s>iii;.', ^loiii-.s an' I In own iiilo I lie waier lo drive away crocodiles, and an occasional rifle shot on either 

 side helps lo protecl the cavalcade. The more dangerous rivers are waist deep and many an unwary hoy going 

 down for waler gels caiighl hy a crocodile 



Pioneer Photography in Africa 



A STCJHY OF THE WORK OF A. RADCLYFFE DUGMORE IN SECURING FOR 

 AMERICA THE EARLIEST FINE SERIES OF AFRICAN WILD GAME PICTURES 



Hv JAMES L. (LARK 



W\\ sat outside our tent sniokinjj, 

 and sipping; tlie last of our cof- 

 fee. The air was soft and 

 l)alni\ . There was not the hum of a 

 single insect nor the sting of a biting ant. 

 Soft light was flooding the plains of Kiu, 

 which lay before us like a rolling sea 

 with the full moon just lifting from the 

 horizon. "And this is Africa — how 

 d iff erent from what we expected!" As 

 Dugmore spoke these words I roused 

 from my silent wonderment at it all. 



This was our first camp in the land of 

 sun-scorched plains. We had expected 

 that by nightfall the insect pests would 

 be unbearable and that to walk about 



outside our tents would mean to render 

 ourselves liable to the bites of poisonous 

 insects and lurking snakes or to the 

 germs of the malaria-laden mists. 



But we found these all absent and so, 

 as the big moon ascended high and grew 

 brighter and brighter we watched and 

 marveled until, drowsy with the weari- 

 ness from our pre\ious flays of prepara- 

 tion and the afternoon's journey in the 

 little toylike train, we reluctantly turned 

 to our cots to wait for the morrow. 



By the first sign of light in the eastern 

 sky breakfast was finishefl, the tents 

 down and all the loads packed. A 

 circle of little fires showed where the 



