OUR FIRST HUNTING EXPEDITION 



clutches. But at last he was safely installed in my 

 friend's chicken run, where he was most happy with 

 a dog's kennel to sleep in, and could amuse himself 

 by chasing the hens about and eating up their food. 

 I always speak of Toto Sing as " he," but really it 

 was a doe. Mark was to go with us, I could not 

 leave him behind. Our fat Susie Weenie (the black 

 Tom cat, there is always a confusion of the sexes 

 where my animals are concerned) disgraced himself 

 in our absence by fighting with his hostess's cat, 

 so that all the time we were away they had to be 

 kept apart and fed in different rooms, occasionally 

 escaping and having terrible fights on the roof. 

 AH and Googly were left in charge of the chickens 

 and garden, which they looked after well, as on my 

 return I found two hens running about followed by 

 seven little white fluffy chickens each, out of four- 

 teen eggs. 



We took the mid-day train from Nairobi to 

 Naivasha, and first of all passed through the pretty 

 suburbs the other side of Nairobi, and over the hills 

 to Kikuyu, seeing the Kikuyu shambas planted with 

 maize and other grain. From the trees hung long 

 barrels with a tiny hole in one end for the bees to 

 enter ; and in these they store honey, which the 

 Kikuyu eventually collect. The train works gradu- 

 ally up and winds round and round, every now and 

 then dipping again ; as it climbs the Mau escarp- 

 ment. Just before the station of that name, a most 



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