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ever been my good fortune to taste. He took not 

 the slightest notice of the bees, though they flew all 

 round him and some of them stung him. We were 

 much pleased with our spoil, and left a fair share 

 of it behind as a reward for the trusty little guide 

 who had led us along so skilfully. 



Although we passed numerous ravines daily in 

 our march, yet these were always dry, so it was 

 quite a surprise when at last we came to a stream 

 called Ngare Oendare, flowing from the direction 

 of Mount Kenya, and filled from bank to bank with 

 good, clear, cold running water. 



Soon after passing this stream, as we neared our 

 camping ground at a place called Killethamia, I 

 happened to notice that Mrs. B. looked pale and ill 

 and rode along quite listlessly. In a little time she 

 complained of a violent headache, and I feared 

 that she had got a touch of sun, especially as she 

 had been walking along in the fierce heat holding 

 an umbrella over' B., who was not well on this 

 march. As soon as we reached camp I had the tent 

 pitched hastily in the shade, and prescribed com- 

 plete rest. Within an hour fever set in, and I 

 knew from the feel of her wrist that it was pretty 

 high, but I was not prepared for the shock I re- 

 received when, on taking her temperature, I found 

 it was over 104°. I immediately resorted to my 

 usual plan for reducing temperature, which is to 



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