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and other kinds of monkeys made sarcastic remarks 
about us from either bank, and all the while the jolly 
Pocomos sang away melodiously as they paddled in 
stern and bow. ‘The canoe which contained Dodson 
capsized on striking a snag in some rapids. I thus lost 
my tent, one of my two cameras, my medicine-chest, and 
several other things of little importance at this stage of 
our journey. As Dodson was safe from drowning by 
climbing up the trunk of a tree which projected from 
the river, and as he managed also to hold his feet high 
enough above the water to prevent them being seized 
by crocodiles, and just high enough to afford us some- 
thing to laugh at, all was well. At one time we saw a 
herd of ten elephants bathing in the river. On another 
occasion, just as we were about to leave the river, after 
a canoe ride of nearly three hundred miles, we visited 
the Rev. Mr. Elmi, of the Swedish American Mission, 
and were hospitably entertained at luncheon by that 
gentleman.’ 
A few miles farther and we found ourselves at Ndera, 
where we took leave of our good friend, the Rev. Robert 
Ormerod, and started on our two days’ march to Witu. 
We hurried along rapidly. 
There were many things to interest us; among others, 
a beautiful Arab girl,—but let us only take one good 
look at those splendid limpid eyes, ez fassant, and feel 
ourselves suffused with a warm glow, which remained in 
our memory like the charming rosy light of the sun setting 
over a Savage country. 
And now we are in touch with civilization once more, 
and actually sending messages by telephone from Witu 
to Lamu. 
1 The Rev. Mr. Elmi’s house is the farthest inland mission station on the 
Tana, and is situated at Mecarini, a little north of Lalafto. 
