THE SIMPLE LIFE 



but under Mr. Stordy's (the Protectorate veterinary 

 surgeon) advice I nursed them through, but only by 

 treating them as carefully as human babies. It took 

 months for them to recover though. Every day I 

 saw that Tommy, the British Central Africa boy, 

 took off the ticks they picked up from the long 

 grass, and I myself paraffined them at intervals, 

 regardless of taking off their coats. I made them, 

 poor dears, half naked, but I felt desperate ; after- 

 wards I heard I ought to have mixed water with 

 the paraffin. It is a fearful disease, and hundreds 

 of dogs of all ages die of it, except those who are 

 born of parents whose parents lived in the country 

 too. I was to lose John, my fox terrier, from the 

 after-effects later. 



When we first arrived in Nairobi, all the ladies 

 who called on me complained of the burglaries 

 which had taken place. We too had a scare one 

 night ; we both woke up and thought we heard our 

 sitting-room window being tried, but on getting up 

 to look, the thieves, if thieves they were, had made 

 off, or were hidden under the bungalow. An in- 

 valid lady, my neighbour, when alone in her house 

 with a maid, was very frightened late one evening 

 by having the feeling that some one was watching 

 her, and on raising her eyes she beheld a whitish 

 face in the darkness pressed against her window. 

 Another night hysenas came under our bungalow, 

 as they often do, and the dogs next door made a 



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