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to be gun-bearer. In his place he had taken as camera 

 bearer an equally powerful porter, a heathen 'Mnuwazi 

 named Mali. His tent boy had gone crooked; and one 

 evening some months later after a long and trying march he 

 found Mali, whose performance of his new duties he had 

 been closely watching, the only man up; and Mali, always 

 willing, turned in of his own accord to help get Kermit's 

 tent in shape; so Kermit suddenly told him he would pro- 

 mote him to be tent boy. At first Mali did not quite under- 

 stand; then he pondered a moment or two, and suddenly 

 leaped into the air exclaiming in Swahili, "Now I am a big 

 man." And he faithfully strove to justify his promotion. 

 In similar fashion Kermit picked out on the Nairobi race- 

 track a Kikuyu sais named Magi, and brought him out 

 with us. Magi turned out the best sais in the safari; and 

 besides doing his own duty so well he was always exceed- 

 ingly interested in everything that concerned his own 

 Bwana, Kermit, or me from the proper arrangement of 

 our sunpads to the success of our shooting. 



From the giraffe camp we went two days' journey to 

 the 'Nzoi River. Until this Uasin Gishu trip we had been 

 on waters which either vanished in the desert or else flowed 

 into the Indian Ocean. Now we had crossed the divide, 

 and were on the Nile side of the watershed. The 'Nzoi, a 

 rapid muddy river, passing south of Mount Elgon, empties 

 into the Victoria Nyanza. Our route to its bank led across 

 a rolling country, covered by a dense growth of tall grass, 

 and in most places by open thorn scrub, while here and 

 there, in the shallow valleys or depressions, were swamps. 

 There were lions, and at night we heard them; but in such 

 long grass it was wellnigh hopeless to look for them. Evi- 



