Big Game Shooting 



found my eyes and ears full of sand, and every- 

 thing was brick-red and grimy. 



We were now approaching the vast rolling 

 Kapiti and Athi plains, thronged on every side 

 with innumerable herds of antelope. These herds 

 of game may be counted, not by ones and twos, 

 but literally in hundreds^ and that from the 

 windows of a railway carriage, so that the 

 thought at once strikes the sportsman : " If I can 

 see this close at hand, what must there be in the 

 little-known districts miles away ?" Zebra, harte- 

 beest, and gazelles swarm around, with a few 

 wildebeest, and, if one is lucky, a rhinoceros may 

 be discerned in the background. 



So this wonderful panorama continues until 

 Nairobi is reached, where one unpacks oneself 

 and belongings and repairs to the hotel till 

 arrangements can be made for continuing the 

 journey. 



This hill-station, five thousand odd feet above 

 the sea, with its back to the Kikuyu forests and 

 the Athi plains at its feet, is a thriving town, 

 built for the most part of corrugated iron, and is 

 the hub of the local universe. Warm in the 

 English winter, with frosts at night in July, it 

 occupies the proud position of being probably the 

 only health resort on the Equator. With its pack 

 of hounds, its club, with tennis and cricket 

 grounds, its race weeks and attendant dances, and 

 the extreme hospitality of all and sundry, Nairobi 



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