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only a short distance toward the east. He pointed to a 
hill where, he said, the Rendile lived, and which was cer- 
tainly not more than two short marches away, and offered 
to act as our guide. On September 4 we made a long 
march of nearly eight hours to a tug well out on the bushy 
plain to the southeast of Mt. Kulol. We could carry 
water for one day only; but as we had the old Masai with 
us, we thought we could trust to his promises of showing 
us water early the next morning. In this we were disap- 
pointed. We were destined to have another day of hard 
work; and indeed it looked as if we should have a day to 
regret when we continued on and on and the sun was 
sinking without showing us any signs of water, —- sick men 
and cattle far behind, camels giving out, and just on the 
threshold of a tribe which we had heard was powerful and 
warlike. The old guide seemed to be in his dotage, and 
continually begged for water. Fortunately we were trav- 
elling over sandy, bushy plains, so that we could make 
excellent time. We marched fifteen hours and made thirty- 
five miles before we found water,— Dodson and I and a few 
boys pressing quickly ahead, and coming to a well of good 
water near the Rendile villages just as it was getting dark. 
After slaking our thirst, we immediately took water back 
to the poor fellows who were still miles behind with the 
cattle and tired camels. What if the Rendile had attacked 
us now! But we had another enemy in the shape of thirst 
to fight, and we could not guard against natives. The last 
of the caravan did not arrive until late at night, and every- 
thing was in confusion; but the Rendile satisfied us very 
quickly that they were not going to fight by sending their 
chiefs to me with the present of a camel. I killed a 
rhinoceros that approached the camp about midnight. 
The night was clear, and it was very easy to shoot the 
animal as he stood about thirty yards away. 
