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entire local supply. While Mike was rigging up things 

 with some wire cable, a hungry horde of tsetse flies 

 settled upon us, and long before the job was finished, 

 our hands and faces were a mass of white blisters. 

 When the task was completed, we hmped to the mine 

 where a spring was built from scraps. 



We now learned of the tragic death of Major War- 

 wick's wife, who had just succumbed to sleeping sick- 

 ness, contracted during her stay at the mine. 



Darkness prevented our departure, making it neces- 

 sary to spend the night at this most imhealthful spot, 

 and as my very efficient personal boy had failed to 

 bring the mosquito net, I was bitten all night long. 

 In the morning my arms were sore and swollen from the 

 multitude of poisonous bites. 



Daybreak found us on our way, but shortly we ran 

 into more rain, then broke another main leaf on a rear 

 spring. WTiile Mike was fixing this with more cable, 

 a passing Hindu was persuaded to transport eleven of 

 the Nandi to the main road, some forty miles distant, 

 and thus reduce our load. After repairs had been 

 made, we hustled onward, expecting each minute that 

 the whole rear end, or something, would faU out, but 

 reached Gilgil safely just before dark. We were suc- 

 cessful in finding the garage owner, who opened up his 

 shop, and there we worked until midnight repairing 

 the trucks. 



At one o'clock in the morning we started for the 

 farm some sixty-five miles away, over roads so bad 

 it is impossible to describe them. As we cHmbed 

 into the Aberdare Mountains, the cold increased; 

 then we ran into dense fog, which made driAdng very 

 demgerous. As it was impossible to turn around, we 



