GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



it sat among the crowd of cats and dogs which 

 surrounded my husband, all clamouring for tit-bits. 



Generally the duiker walked about the garden 

 after me in a most sober manner, but in the early 

 morning it seemed to go mad, in reality taking ex- 

 ercise, I suppose, for it rushed about like a wild 

 thing, over the beds and under the house ; but, 

 curiously enough, although there was no partition 

 between mine and the garden next door, it knew 

 our limit and never exceeded it. On these oc- 

 casions the poor kitten, *' Tiny Weenie " by name, 

 was much surprised at her friend's behaviour and 

 tried vainly to follow the duiker, but got left 

 behind, and it would have to wait for the duiker to 

 flash by and then try and catch it up. " Tiny 

 Weenie " remained a kitten the whole of her life of 

 two years — oddly enough for some reason or other 

 she never grew ; she finally died, poor little thing, 

 after we left Nairobi, although she was well taken 

 care of. The duiker always went by the name of 

 "Toto Sing" a corruption of "little thing". 



There is a curious insect which insists on build- 

 ing mud spots on our houses. It is a large black 

 mason hornet. It builds a little mud room and lays 

 an egg in it, then it stuffs the room full of huge 

 fat caterpillars (in Zanzibar, caterpillars not being 

 plentiful near our house, the same insect stuffed 

 its mud rooms full of spiders), after which the little 

 round doorway, which is just large enough for the 



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