-* To Kilimanjaro with Prince Lowenstein 



As we made our way through the high grass, the long 

 caravan starting up clouds of locusts at every step, a 

 hundred or more hawks of small size came round us 

 from every direction, seizing the insects with their beaks 

 and eating them in full flight. These were the beautiful 

 night-hawk and a graceful species of kestrel hawk 

 (Cerchneis vespertinns and Cerchneis naumanni), and it 



DURING MARCH THE MIRE-DRUMS AND THE BLACK-HEADED HERON WERE 

 HATCHING THEIR EGGS ON THE ISLETS OF THE RUFU RIVER 



was beautiful to see them winging their way through the 

 air, sometimes coming to within a few feet of us in their 

 eager pursuit. 



Suddenly, just as I was about to get on my mule, 

 the Prince and I caught sight of three lions disappearing 

 in a thicket of thorns. There was no possibility of a shot 

 then, so we pitched camp in the neighbourhood with a 



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