XLVHI. 

 THE LAST TREK. 



OOME weeks later we camped high on the 

 ^ slopes of Suswa, the great mountain of the 

 Rift Valley, only one day's march from the rail- 

 road. After the capture of the kudu Africa still 

 held for us various adventures a buffalo, a go of 

 fever, and the like but the culmination had been 

 reached. We had lingered until the latest mo- 

 ment, reluctant to go. Now in the gray dawn 

 we were filing down the slopes of the mountains 

 for the last trek. A low, flowing mist marked 

 the distant Kedong ; the flames of an African 

 sunrise were revelling in the eastern skies. All 

 our old friends seemed to be bidding us good- 

 bye. Around the shoulder of the mountains a 

 lion roared, rumble upon rumble. Two hyenas 

 leapt from the grass, ran fifty yards, and turned 

 to look at us. 



" Good-bye, simba ! good-bye, fice ! " we cried 

 to them sadly. 



