XVII 

 NATIVES 



UP TO this time, save for a few Masai at the 

 very beginning of our trip, we had seen no 

 natives at all. Only lately, the night of the lion 

 dance, one of the Wanderobo the forest hunters 

 had drifted in to tell us of buffalo and to get some 

 meat. He was a simple soul, small and capable, of 

 a beautiful red-brown, with his hair done up in a 

 tight, short queue. He wore three skewers about 

 six inches long thrust through each of his ears, three 

 strings of blue beads on his neck, a bracelet tight 

 around his upper arm, a bangle around his ankle, a 

 pair of rawhide sandals, and about a half yard of 

 cotton cloth which he hung from one shoulder. As 

 weapons he carried a round-headed, heavy club, or 

 runga, and a long-bladed spear. He led us to buf- 

 falo, accepted a thirty-three cent blanket, and made 

 fire with two sticks in about thirty seconds. The 

 only other evidences of human life we had come 

 across were a few beehives suspended in the trees. 

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