OUR THIRD SAFARI AND SECOND RHINO 



across a horrid plain, bare of everything, running 

 parallel between two ranges of hill. I remarked, 

 as I perspired and panted in the hot sun, that I 

 would not like to have to march to the hills which 

 looked so far away, and my husband said, " No, 

 they must be eight miles off ! " I can see myself 

 now — following along the narrow native path be- 

 hind my husband with the orderlies and a couple 

 of porters behind me, in single file. I had got to 

 that state when I walked mechanically, with my 

 big tropical sunshade between me and the tropical 

 sun, at eleven o'clock in the hottest time of the 

 year ; a tussore sunshade, tussore sun helmet and 

 khaki clothes, putties and boots. I did not mind 

 if my sunshade frightened any animal away that 

 my husband might want to shoot ; I had ceased to 

 care, and what animals we saw were miles and 

 miles away. 



Presently our path turned and we found our- 

 selves gradually going towards the hills in an 

 oblique line, and finally we camped beneath them, 

 in their obliging shade. How I got there I don't 

 quite know, except that the shadeless plain was no 

 place to stop long in. We rested an hour and a 

 quarter and reached the hills at one o'clock. Then 

 to our joy we found Lake Olbolossat gleaming 

 and shining before us, when we feared we had yet 

 another march to reach it. An Askari, we found 

 posted there to keep the Masai in their reserve, 



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