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the fighting man and holding their peace-loving neighbours 

 in disdain. 



And how closely in touch they are with the mother- 

 earth of their Nyika! I remember once how a Masai 

 child, barely six years old, having got lost somehow in 

 my camp, made his way home to his parents' kraal two 

 long days' journey away through a pathless jungle, in 



which he slept the night, and arrived there safely. I 

 could not have believed it had I not verified the fact 

 for myself. 



And now this race, together with their wild companions 

 of the velt, must make way for a new and alien 

 civilisation. Their swords and spears are of no avail 

 against the deadly lire-arms of the invader. They owe 

 their downfall, however, primarily to pestilence. The 



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