A RUINED FILM 



would be quite safe. But during my absence an 

 individual, who possessed more curiosity than common 

 sense, went into the room, took up the film with dirty, 

 greasy fingers and left marks all over it. On occasions 

 such as that one is apt to feel that the English 

 language is quite inadequate. 



I left Nairobi again on August 5th, 1909, having 

 Clark still with me, our safari consisting of about 

 twenty men. The weather was far from good — cold, 

 raining and misty; consequently our railway journey 

 was not altogether a pleasant one. We reached 

 Nakrur about eight o'clock in the evening, dined 

 very well at a little hotel, then returned to the 

 train to sleep. 



Fortunately, the morning broke clear and sunny, 

 so that when we went on again after the stop for 

 breakfast at Elbergan we were able to ride on top 

 of the coach (there are no tunnels on the Uganda 

 Railway), obtaining an excellent view of the country, 

 which changed greatly when we drew near to Molo, 

 the dense forests coming to an end and being replaced 

 by open, rolHng veldt. As we were now fully eight 

 thousand feet above sea-level, the night, which we 

 spent at Mr. Stanton's place, was cool — some might 

 even have described it as cold. 



There were plenty of lions about, we were told, 

 so we made an early start the following day. How- 

 ever, we saw nothing of the animals, and did not 



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