GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



dangerous country with no rifle handy. Finally, 

 Mr. Tew lent my husband an old-pattern service 

 rifle, belonging to a volunteer who had died at 

 Moolo. But it was some time before he could 

 make out the sighting, the animals he aimed at 

 escaping unhurt ; so for some days he used mine, 

 a true and faithful servant, till he could try the 

 other on a tree. It was really a greater disaster 

 than losing our cooking pots, and might have meant 

 so much to us. 



Two other men came up to Naivasha on Satur- 

 day to go on a shooting expedition ; but they did 

 not get away till Monday, owing to the lack of 

 porters. 



After going a mile or two we soon saw a lovely 

 herd of impala, looking so beautiful, their red 

 bodies showing up in the sunlight against the trees. 

 My husband soon bagged a good specimen and 

 then we went on. We came across others, includ- 

 ing a herd of about thirty does, which stood near 

 enough to be photographed, then barked or snorted 

 and ran away. Presently it poured with rain, but 

 we trudged on, listening to the parrots chattering 

 high up in the trees, and watching the spur-fowl and 

 the pigeons. 



By the time we reached the bottom of the big 

 escarpment, miles from the place where we as- 

 cended last time, we were very tired, and coming 

 on top of a long hot march the climb up was 



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