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on the ground below us four animals — two 

 hartbeest and two wildbeest. I am afraid that 

 many of those who escaped carried away with 

 them proofs of their temerity and our bad 

 marksmanship. 



Ngiri, our next camp, is a large swamp, sur- 

 rounded first by masses of tall cane and then 

 by a beautiful though narrow strip of forest 

 composed of tall acacias. It was at this place, 

 in the thick bush which stretches from the 

 swamp almost to the base of Kilimanjaro, that 

 the Hon. Guy Dawnay, an English sportsman, 

 had met his death by the horns of a buffalo 

 but four months before. My tent was pitched 

 within twenty paces of his grave and just under 

 a large acacia, which serves as his monument, 

 upon whose bark is cut in deep characters 

 the name of the victim and the date of his 

 mishap. 



Here we made a strong zariba of thorns, as 

 we had heard we should meet a large force of 

 Masai in this neighborhood. I stopped ten 

 days at Ngiri, and, with the exception of one 

 adventure hardly worth relating, had no diffi- 

 culty with the Masai. Undoubtedly I was 

 very fortunate in finding the large majority of 

 the Masai warriors, inhabiting the country 



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