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observations on them until a later chapter. One 

 of our porters, a big Baganda named Sabakaki, 

 was suffering severely from pains in the chest 

 that subsequently developed into pleurisy. From 

 the Masai women we tried to buy some of the 

 milk they carried in gourds ; at first they seemed 

 not averse, but as soon as they realized the 

 milk was not for our own consumption, they 

 turned their backs on poor Sabakaki and refused 

 to have anything more to do with us. 



These Masai are very difficult to trade with. 

 Their only willing barter is done in sheep. These 

 they seem to consider legitimate objects of 

 commerce. A short distance from our camp 

 stood three whitewashed round houses with 

 thatched, conical roofs, the property of a trader 

 named Agate. He was away at the time of our 

 visit. 



After an early morning, but vain, attempt to 

 get Billy a shot at a lion * we set out for our 

 distant blue mountains. The day was a journey 

 over plains of great variegation. At times they 

 were covered with thin scrub ; at others with 

 small groves ; or again, they were open and 

 grassy. Always they undulated gently, so from 

 their tops one never saw as far as he thought 



* See " The Land of Footprints." 



