48 AFRICA SPEAKS 



Shortly after leaving camp we came to the customs 

 station on the border between Tanganyika and Kenya 

 Colony. There were many huts clustered about a 

 large cattle boma and, of course, there were a few 

 score idle natives hanging about; also many sheep 

 and goats. The station was in charge of an Indian 

 customs officer who was very courteous and passed 

 us through with Httle ceremony. We now headed 

 toward Kajiado, and during the day encountered many 

 herds of giraffe, being fortunate in securing some 

 excellent still photographs at very close range; in fact 

 the best that I obtained on the entire expedition. 

 Giraffe must be increasing in numbers for never have 

 I noticed so many. No sportsman ever shoots them, 

 and their worst enemy, the lion, is becoming scarce in 

 this district, so it looks as if the meek shall, in truth, 

 inherit the earth, at least this small section of it. 



The fourth day carried us into the southern game 

 reserve, the country of the Masai, and about noon we 

 stopped near a small swamp hoping to find some 

 drinking water. We had hardly done so, when three 

 Masai warriors and an old chief came up to the trucks. 

 One of them understood a little Swahili and informed 

 us that there was a spring about a quarter of a mile 

 away. I told the faithful servant to fill the water bag 

 at this spring and hurry back. He stood there shaking 

 like a leaf until Mike, a httle bit peeved, asked him 

 what was the matter now. He was afraid of the 

 Masai; he had heard that they were very bad men 

 who speared any other black man on sight and felt 

 sure that as soon as he got away from our protection 

 one of the warriors would step out from behind a bush 

 and put a spear tlirough liim. Mike's reply was that 



