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Busi, and that next day we should camp at Rangatan Ndari. 

 I was deHghted to hear these names, as they are two of the few 

 in this district, marked on Ravenstein's map. 



The next two marches were among the most interesting 

 in the expedition. They cleared up the perplexities as to our 

 position, threw much light on both the geographical and geo- 

 logical structure of the country, and yielded some interesting 

 additions to the collections, including a couple of black crabs, 

 identified by Prof. Jeffrey Bell as TJielphusa berardi, and a cobra, 

 determined by Dr. Gunther as Naja nigricollis, Rnhdt. The 

 marching in this district was easy, and the scenery grand, as 

 immediately to the west of us rose the broken eastern slopes of 

 Settima. Another source of interest was meeting some of the 

 natives, called Wanderobbo by the Suahili, by which we obtained 

 information about them (pp. 328-332), which seems to show 

 that some of the people included under this term are really 

 allied to the dwarfs. We arranged, moreover, for some of them 

 to go with us to the Kikuyu country, whereby we became inde- 

 pendent of our guide. 



Shortly after this, in chasing a rhinoceros, I met with an 

 accident attended with the most unfortunate consequences ; I 

 fell and dislocated one toe and severely strained another. So 

 far, however, that was a mere matter of detail. Next day, 

 as ill luck would have it, I slipped when going over some rocks 

 and hurt my foot again, and this led to synovitis. That also 

 was detail, though next morning I could not walk. In defiance 

 of the Zanzibari proverb, " Never mount a donkey that has 

 no saddle," a sack was tied on to the remaining donkey, and 

 I rode. During the day the beast shied, the improvised saddle 

 slipped, and I was thrown and dragged a few paces along the 

 ground. During this the accident happened. In a collision 

 with a basalt boulder my watch sustained a blow which smashed 

 the glass and stopped the works. I did all I knew to start it 

 again ; I oiled it, and patted it, and sang hymns to it. But it 

 would not go ; and for the rest of the expedition I had to guess 

 the time as best I could. 



At length, late one afternoon, we reached the edge of the 

 Settima plateau near a conspicuous boss of lava, called from 

 its shape Narol Gwinia, or the " Man's Head Hill." From this 

 point we looked down into the valley of the Guaso Nyuri or 



