In Untrodden Paths 



is a wonderful place indeed. On a clear morning 

 in January the view is magnificent. With the 

 town at your feet you look due north and see the 

 snow-clad peak of Kenia, a hundred miles away, 

 outlined against a vivid blue sky, whilst almost 

 due south the twin tops of the highest mountain 

 in Africa — Kilimanjaro — loom over the horizon 

 at an even greater distance. 



The forest land round Nairobi is very beauti- 

 ful. Roads have been cut through it everywhere 

 to enable the colonists to send their produce into 

 the town in carts, instead of using the old-fashioned 

 method of employing porters, w T ho are expensive, 

 besides being only able to carry a weight of sixty 

 pounds on their heads. 



On one occasion while in this region I had 

 command of a column which consisted of two 

 companies of the King's African Rifles. Our 

 object was to worry some outlying tribes under 

 Mount Kenia who had been annoying our friend- 

 lies in that direction, and had finally taken upon 

 themselves the wiping out of a small native 

 trading caravan. I had with me some Masai 

 spearmen who were supposed to act as guides, 

 counsellors, and friends, and to make themselves 

 generally useful. And right good fellows they 

 proved to be, in spite of their war-paint and evil- 

 smelling feather and skin decorations. 



The Masai were the old fighting race and 

 hereditary rulers of this part of Africa, terrorizing 



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