Big Game Shooting 



Mohoroni Station, with the Kisi or Kassova 

 country rising above them, far away beyond the 

 Nyando River ; a train may be leaving its thin 

 white trail of smoke on its way through the 

 Lumbwa and Sotik country towards the coast ; 

 whilst at one's back, peak above peak, covered 

 with dense forest, rise the Nandi Hills, frowning 

 over the peaceful valley, and resounding from hill- 

 top to hill-top with the echoes of the wild-looking 

 inhabitants, armed to the teeth on all occasions, 

 passing the news from one to the other through- 

 out the country. It is wonderful how this news 

 travels. It may have to do with warfare, or the 

 more peaceful occupations of their wives and 

 families. It is one of the features of the country. 

 Apropos of the natives in this corner of the 

 globe, a story is well worth telling of the tribe 

 who inhabit the country round Kibigori and the 

 east side of the lake, called Kavirondo. They, 

 one and all, go about quite happy with not a shred 

 of clothing adorning their bodies. One fine day a 

 good lady, fresh from England, was going up to 

 Uganda, and being horrified at the sight of these 

 indecorous savages, stopped at Kisumu, the ter- 

 minus on the lake, and purchased yards upon 

 yards of the local cloth — merikani — which was 

 sent down to the headmen in touch with the rail- 

 way and the semi-civilization of those parts, for 

 distribution to the local ladies of fashion. What 

 was her disgust, on her return from a short stay 



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