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alpine camp I arose rather late and found that 

 Brown had left camp. The teapot near the 

 smouldering fire showed that he had had break- 

 fast. 'Probably stepped out to shoot some 

 game for our larder,' I thought, as I brushed 

 the coals together and started to prepare my 

 morning meal. 



"Having finished my breakfast, I picked up 

 my Ithaca shotgun, camera, and barometer, 

 that hung from one of the tent-poles, and strolled 

 up on a high ridge back of the camp. From 

 here a fine view could be had. Small green 

 lakes fed by tiny rivulets that trickled over 

 the rocks, great drifts of snow, and constantly 

 changing scenery kept my eyes busy. 



"One thinks of Africa as a land of jungle and 

 extreme heat, and, as I stood there gazing at 

 scenery such as I had seen in Alaska and in 

 northwestern Canada, I could scarcely believe 

 that I was standing on the equator; neverthe- 

 less, 'the line' does run over the top of the 

 mountain. 



"The hand of the barometer pointed to fifteen 

 thousand feet, and from that point refused to 

 record a higher altitude, although it was sup- 

 posed to register as high as twenty thousand feet. 



