AFRICAN CAMP FIRES 



When I left Nairobi the authorities were considering 

 the removal of these trees because one row of them 

 had been planted slightly within the legal limits of 

 the street. What they could interfere with in a 

 practically horseless town I cannot imagine; but 

 trust this stupidity gave way to second thought. 



The hack rattles and careers up the the length of 

 the street, scattering rickshaws and pedestrians 

 from before its triumphant path. To the left opens a 

 wide street of little booths under iron awnings, hung 

 with gay colour and glittering things. The street 

 is thronged from side to side with natives of all sorts. 

 It whirls past; and shortly after the hack dashes 

 inside a fence and draws up before the low stone- 

 built, wide-verandaed hotel. 



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