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jutting point. The snowy masses of the fall foamed 

 over a ledge on our riglit, and below at our feet was a 

 great pool of swirling water. Thick-foliaged trees, of 

 strange shape and festooned with creepers, climbed the 

 sheer sides of the ravine. A black-and-white eagle 

 perched in a blasted tree-top in front, and the bleached 

 skull of a long-dead rhinoceros glimmered white near 

 the brink to one side. 



On another occasion we took our lunch at the foot of 

 Rewero Falls. These are not as high as the falls of the 

 Nairobi, but they are almost as beautiful. We clambered 

 down into the ravine a little distance below, and made 

 our way toward them, beside the brawling, rock-choked 

 torrent. Great trees towered overhead, and among their 

 tops the monkeys chattered and screeched. The fall 

 itself was broken in two parts like a miniature Niagara, 

 and the spray curtain shifted to and fro as the wind 

 blew. 



The lower part of the farm, between the Kamiti and 



Rewero and on both sides of the Nairobi, consisted of 



immense rolling plains, and on these the game swarmed 



in almost incredible numbers. I'here were Grant's and 



Thomson's gazelles, of which we shot one or two for the 



table. There was a small herd of blue wildebeest, and 



among them one very large bull with an unusually tine 



I head ; Kermit finally killed him. There were plenty of 



wart-hogs, which were to be found feeding right out in 



( the open, both in the morning and the evening. One 



' day Kermit got a really noteworthy sow, with tusks 



much longer than those of the average boar. He ran 



into her on horseback after a sharp chase of a mile or 



I two, and shot her from the saddle as he galloped nearly 



' alongside, holding his rifle as the old buffalo -runners 



1 used to hold theirs — that is, not bringing it to his 



