THE STORY OF AN OUTING 



March 2d, eleven days plus the month of February; 

 owing to the bad connections on the eastern end of the 

 journey, five weeks is about the minimum time in which 

 this journey can be made. Because of the splendid 

 European and Atlantic connections the journey from 

 Nairobi to New York may be made in a month. 



On March 5th, 3 P.M., Woodrow Wilson in the chair, 

 we started our safari four horses, four hunters and 

 sportsmen, eight gun-bearers, skinners, cooks, and 

 porters, one hundred and twenty in all. We camped 

 at Nine Mile Tree on the banks of the Nairobi. Next 

 day at noon we reached Ju Ja, the nineteen-thousand-acre 

 estate of W. R. McMillan, where we spent two nights and 

 a day as his guests. We found him, as all others do, 

 a most kindly, agreeable, and entertaining host. He 

 has another near-by estate of seven thousand acres, 

 Donye Sabok, which, with Ju Ja, contains nearly all 

 kinds of game that abound in British East Africa, a 

 princely preserve, which no one is better able to appre- 

 ciate or enjoy than its most agreeable owner. By 

 invitation we shot wildebeests next morning. While 

 stalking a desirable bull and skirting close to the bank of 

 the river in order to get within possible range, for these 

 animals are all that their name implies wild beasts we 

 stumbled upon a python. He seemed big enough then, 

 but now I wish he had been larger. He was only nine 

 feet long, and evidently not full grown. 



We observed an interesting sight on this morning's 

 hunt. Wild dogs are quite plentiful, and hunt in packs, 

 as did their more savage forebears. The morning was 

 foggy, and hunting was impossible until the sun had 

 melted the mists away. A band of zebras galloped past, 



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