IN THE JUNGLE 



have worked in watches, however; no human being 

 could keep up that row continuously for a single 

 day, let alone the whole season of ripening grain. 

 As we passed they fell silent and stared their fill. 



On the banks of a boggy little stream that we had 

 to flounder across we came on a gentleman and lady 

 travelling. They were a tall, well formed pair, 

 mahogany in colour, with the open, pleasant ex- 

 pression of most of these jungle peoples. The man 

 wore a string around his waist into which was thrust 

 a small leafy branch; the woman had on a beautiful 

 skirt made by halving a banana leaf, using the stem 

 as belt, and letting the leaf part hang down as a 

 skirt. Shortly after meeting these people we turned 

 sharp to the right on a well beaten road. 



For nearly two weeks we were to follow this road, 

 so it may be as well to get an idea of it. Its course 

 was a segment of about a sixth of the circle of Ken- 

 ia's foothills. With Kenia itself as a centre, this 

 road swung among the lower elevations about the 

 base of that great mountain. Its course was mainly 

 down and up hundreds of the canons radiating from 

 the main peak, and over the ridges between them. 

 No sooner were we down, than we had to climb up; 

 and no sooner were we up, than once more down we 

 had to plunge. At times, however, we crossed 

 considerable plateaus. Most of this country was 



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