In Untrodden Paths 



white scum is seen on the surface of the water, 

 which, if skimmed off and allowed to dry, be- 

 comes some sort of crude soda. In the course 

 of four or five days the scum collects again and 

 the same process is repeated. The lakes smell 

 horribly, and are fed by underground springs, 

 besides the hot ones which trickle into them 

 from the banks. 



The camp itself was composed of the same 

 sort of grass huts as we had just left behind us in 

 the heat of the Guaso Nyiro. Now, however, 

 there were " the rains " to contend with, and a 

 nasty wind blowing, added to which we were 

 some two thousand feet higher up. Something 

 had to be done to augment creature comforts, 

 and at last a bright spirit suggested that an 

 empty kerosene oil tin, if it had holes punched 

 haphazard all round it, would make a splendid 

 extempore stove, provided the wood was cut 

 small enough and the sparks did not fire the grass 

 roof. The idea was at once vociferously applauded, 

 with the result that many a chilly winter's night 

 has since been enlivened with the genial warmth 

 of that primitive stove. 



The first night in the new camp was duly 

 celebrated, the results of a buffalo hunt a few 

 days previously providing the wherewithal. 



Shortly after this I had the good luck to ob- 

 tain some excellent photographs difficult on 

 account of the mists of Mount Kilimanjaro, the 



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