XXV. 



VOI. 



PART way up the narrow-gauge railroad 

 from the coast is a station called Voi. 

 On his way to the interior the traveller stops 

 there for an evening meal. It is served in a 

 high, wide stone room by white-robed Swahilis 

 under command of a very efficient and quiet 

 East Indian. The voyager steps out into the 

 darkness to look across the way upon the out- 

 lines of two great rounded hills against an 

 amethyst sky. That is all he ever sees of Voi, 

 for on the down trip he passes through it about 

 two o'clock in the morning. 



At that particularly trying hour F. and I de- 

 scended, and attempted, by the light of lanterns, 

 to sort out twenty safari boys strange to us, and 

 miscellaneous camp stores. We did not entirely 

 succeed. Three men were carried on down the 



