XXXVIII. 

 THE LOWER BENCHES. 



THE Narossara is really only about creek size, 

 but as it flows the whole year round it merits 

 the title of river. It rises in the junction of a 

 long spur with the main ranges, cuts straight 

 across a wide inward bend of the mountains, joins 

 them again, plunges down a deep and tremendous 

 canon to the level of a second bench below great 

 cliffs, meanders peacefully in flowery meadows 

 and delightful glades for some miles, and then 

 once more, and most unexpectedly, drops eight- 

 een hundred feet by waterfall and precipitous 

 cascade to join the Southern Guaso Nyero. The 

 country around this junction is some of the 

 roughest I saw in Africa. 



We camped at the spot where the river ran 

 at about its maximum distance from the moun- 

 tains. Our tents were pitched beneath the shade 

 of tall and refreshing trees. 



