XLH. 

 SCOUTING IN THE ELEPHANT FOREST. 



HERE we were finally off at dawn. It was a 

 very chilly, wet dawn, with the fog so 

 thick that we could see not over ten feet ahead. 

 We had four porters, carrying about twenty-five 

 pounds apiece of the bare necessities, Kongoni, 

 and Leyeye. The Masai struck confidently 

 enough through the mist. We crossed neck- 

 deep grass flats where we were thoroughly 

 soaked climbed hills through a forest, skirted 

 apparently for miles an immense reed swamp. 

 As usual when travelling strange country in a 

 fog, we experienced that queer feeling of re- 

 maining in the same spot while fragments of 

 near-by things are slowly paraded by. When 

 at length the sun's power cleared the mists, we 

 found ourselves in the middle of a forest country 

 of high hills. 



Into this forest we now plunged, threading our 



