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Cuninghame's and Tarlton's management. We had not 

 lost a single man by death. One had been tossed by a 

 rhino, one clawed by a leopard, and several had been sent 

 to hospital for dysentery, small-pox, or fever; but none had 

 died. While on the Guaso Nyero trip we had run into a 

 narrow belt of the dreaded tsetse fly, whose bite is fatal to 

 domestic animals. Five of our horses were bitten, and 

 four of them died, two not until we were on the Uasin Gishu; 

 the fifth, my zebra-shaped brown, although very sick, ulti- 

 mately recovered, to the astonishment of the experts. Only 

 three of our horses lasted in such shape that we could ride 

 them in to Londiani; one of them being Tranquillity, and 

 another Kermit's white pony, Huan Daw, who was always 

 dancing and curvetting, and whom in consequence the 

 saises had christened "merodadi," the dandy. 



The first ten days of December I spent at Njoro, on the 

 edge of the Mau escarpment, with Lord Delamere. It is a 

 beautiful farming country; and Lord Delamere is a practi- 

 cal and successful farmer, and the most useful settler, from 

 the stand-point of the all-round interests of the country, 

 in British East Africa. Incidentally, the home ranch was 

 most attractive especially the library, the room containing 

 Lady Delamere's books. Delamere had been himself a 

 noted big-game hunter, his bag including fifty-two lions; 

 but instead of continuing to be a mere sportsman, he turned 

 his attention to stock-raising and wheat-growing, and be- 

 came a leader in the work of taming the wilderness, of 

 conquering for civilization the world's waste spaces. No 

 career can be better worth following. 



During his hunting years Delamere had met with many 

 strange adventures. One of the lions he shot mauled him, 



