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IN THE GRIP OF THE NYIKA 



CHAP, 



the grass, lay the sun-dried and mummified corpse 

 of another black man, all curled up as if he had died 

 in oreat pain, I hoped in my own mind that these 

 depressing sights would have no ill effect upon the 



"a smiling m'kikuyu chief." 



nerves of my companions, and I trusted that they 

 foreboded no evil to our own fortunes throughout 

 the expedition. 



When we arrived in the afternoon at our camp 

 at Barra-Barra we were met by a smiling M'Kikuyu 



