-> To Kilimanjaro with Prince Lowenstein 



flit past a number of those very remarkable birds aptly 

 termed clapper-bills (Anastomus lamelligerus}. 



Ibises and herons alight from their slow flights 

 upon neighbouring islands ; the sun has gone below the 

 horizon, and a species of goat-sucker (Caprimulgus fossei] 

 begins its monotonous song hard by our camp. Far off 

 the velt is reddened by a fire. Darkness comes on 



DARTERS, WITH THEIR SNAKE-LIKE NECKS, WERE ON THE WATCH. WE 

 FOUND THEIR BLUISH EGGS, COVERED BY WHITE CHALKY STUFF, IN 

 THE ACACIA-BUSHES ON THE ISLANDS 



quickly. The camp-fires flame up, and African camp- 

 life is to be witnessed in all its romance. Then follow 

 often hours of photographic work and experiment in the 

 stifling atmosphere of a hermetically closed tent. After 

 which, when fever is not on us, sleep demands its turn, 

 and the weary body finds in slumber new stores of 

 strength for the efforts of the coming day. 



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