34 FROM ADEN TO MOMBASA. 



have on the ear, making an impression of intense and burning vi- 

 tality. The heat pours down from above and rises to smite you from 

 the ground. But the color and heat and murmuring undercurrent 

 of clamorous sound are all rather intoxicating in effect. You sniff 

 the heavy air laden with many perfumes. Lapped in the drowsy 

 warmth, you feel your physical being open and expand like that 

 waxen white flower in the nearby garden. What! that is frangi- 

 pani? Why, hitherto frangipani has been merely a name for a 

 violent French perfume which we have left to our sisters of a less 

 delicate taste. 



With a rumble we roll up to the town's two chief hotels, which 

 are side by side. Our ex-President was conducted direct to the 

 mansion of the governor of British East Africa. Sir James Hayes 

 Sadler, made it a point not to be away on some official "safari." He 

 had made elaborate preparations to receive and entertain our distin- 

 guished ex-President. Sir James is himself a mighty hunter with 

 a fine collection of skins, especially of Bengal tigers that he shot in 

 India. So he and the ex-President swiftly foregathered and com- 

 pared notes on bears and tigers. 



GOVERNOR SADLER'S CHARMING RESIDENCE. 



The governor's residence is charming. Its lofty first story of 

 cream-colored plaster is overhung by a less lofty second story of 

 soft-toned, green timbers resting on snowy pillars and shaded by an 

 almost flat roof of Italian or Japanese effect, with broad eaves. It 

 stands on an eminence whence it can catch each breeze that blows, 

 and in the garden bloom brilliant blossoms of every hue and scent. 



As horses cannot endure the tropical climate their place is taken 

 by the trolleys I have mentioned. The tiny rails are laid on every 

 street, with switches at all the intersections, and run to every front 

 door. Each household has its own trolley, and there are public ones 

 for hire. These are supplemented by rickshaws or gharries. 



A few of the Hindu merchants who seem to thrive in East 

 Africa satisfy their lust for splendor by having victories drawn by 

 good-looking horses. But they probably have to cherish tenderly 

 their steeds to keep them alive at all. I presume they fan them and 



