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the local hotel I found the softest bed I had encountered 

 in Africa and could easily have slept the clock around. 



When the garage opened next morning, we found 

 they had what was required, and hurried back in 

 another truck with the needed parts. After installing 

 the new clutch, we returned to Eldama Ravine, fixed 

 up the spring on the other truck, and were all ready 

 for travehng again. All the next day I expected 

 something to happen any minute, but we reached 

 Kapsabet without difficulty. We swept into the 

 village in a cloud of dust, with our fifteen Nandi yell- 

 ing at full blast. Little naked black boys came running 

 from all directions, followed by the older folk, until 

 soon we were surrounded by a crowd of shouting and 

 laughing natives. The District Commissioner and 

 his wife came out to greet us and, after a round or two 

 of tea, we took up our permanent quarters in the 

 Government Rest House. 



Kapsabet, the administration point for the Nandi 

 Reserve, is only a small place, the white population 

 during our visit being seven persons. The D. C. fives 

 here and, through his native police and tribal retainers, 

 dispenses justice and punishment to those who need 

 it, coUects fines, taxes, and butterflies, and is, withal, 

 a mighty fine fellow. 



The two or three houses and collection of huts that 

 make Kapsabet are situated atop a hill, and the entire 

 place is one large grove of beautiful trees. There are 

 no insect pests here to make life miserable, and the 

 cHmate cannot be much improved upon, for the days 

 are just hot enough to be dehghtful and the nights 

 are cool. Green hills roll away in aU directions and the 

 valleys between are filled with dense forests. Wild 



