GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



take us miles out of our way, but had to push on. 

 Also my husband had developed a very bad blister 

 on his heel, which had been giving him a good deal 

 of trouble. 



That march was a long and hot one. I was 

 very tired and hungry by the time we arrived at 

 the trees we had been watching so eagerly as we 

 tramped along in the heat across the plain. We did 

 not reach them till two o'clock, but the beauty of 

 the place quite made up for the length of time we 

 took to reach it. I sank down in the long grass, 

 exhausted, but delighted with what I saw before 

 me. It was the prettiest spot we had seen in East 

 Africa. We pitched our camp on a high bank ; 

 below us was a steep ravine, at the bottom of 

 which rushed a clear stream, tumbling over stones, 

 which could only be crossed by jumping from one 

 boulder to another, at the risk of slipping into 

 the fast-flowing water up to, and beyond one's 

 knees. 



Each bank of the ravine was covered with shrubs, 

 trees and wild flowers, and along their sides ran 

 numerous animal tracks, threading one into the 

 other, tracks used by the beasts when they came 

 down to water. I gladly drank the water, knowing 

 it to be fresh and clean from the mountain tops 

 ahead of us. The water in Nairobi, although it is 

 supposed to be pure to drink, has a most unpleas- 

 ant taste, and by the time it is boiled and filtered in 



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