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warm to be palatable, we were delighted with the 
discovery since the porters and horses were sadly 
in need of water. We decided to make camp here, 
and while selecting a place for the tents, the cook 
discovered a spring of boiling water which he appro- 
priated for his uses. A little farther on a spring of 
ice-cold water was located so that we had all modern 
improvements as far at least as water supply was 
concerned. 
After making camp, an hour’s walk brought us to 
the top of a rocky hill from which we had an excellent 
view of nearly the entire length of the lake, an ir- 
regular sheet of water eight or ten miles long by per- 
haps two miles at the widest point. It lay before 
us, a shimmering blue-green mirror with occasional 
strips of snow-white beach. At the south end, that 
part nearest us, the water was much darker in colour 
owing to its greater depth, and the steep slopes of 
the escarpment were mirrored in its surface. Here 
and there along the shores jets and clouds of steam 
spurted forth from the numerous boiling springs and 
miniature geysers. Far away toward the centre of 
the lake what seemed great peninsulas and islands of 
rosy pink broke the placid surface of the lake—these 
were the flamingos that we had come to see. 
A two hours’ journey up the tortuous rock-strewn 
western shore brought us to the region which seems 
to be their favourite haunt. On our approach, the 
great flocks rose from the water and flew across 
toward the opposite shore, many alighting in mid-lake. 
As the birds arose, the splashing of water made by 
