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his directions, after a wliile ending up in a beautiful 

 valley. I >yas glad I got lost tliis time, for this trip 

 took me tlirough the finest agricultural district I had 

 yet seen in Kenya. Many beautiful farms and coffee 

 shambas passed in review as I followed down the center 

 of this vale. Later I came to a large bungalow in front 

 of wliich stood a lone white man, and, stopping the 

 truck, went to inquire if I was getting any closer to 

 Thompson's Falls. He refused to discuss the question 

 until we had lunch, during which I learned he was the 

 well-known Colonel Lean, who here operated one of 

 the most successful farms in East Africa. Another map 

 was drawn — this time an accurate one — which led 

 me through deep forests and over narrow roads. I 

 met several long spans of oxen, pulling heavy wagons, 

 and on these occasions there was a delay while the 

 teams passed around the truck; otherwise things 

 went along smootlily until the boy riding beliind 

 shouted that the Hon was loose. The jarring had 

 shattered his cage, and finding the cub lying with his 

 head out of a hole, I pushed him back and shoved 

 some boxes where they would hold him in for the 

 balance of the journey. I reached the faUs just at 

 dusk, after having traveled through fifty miles of 

 sure-enough wilderness. I delivered the cub safely 

 at Sir Graham Moon's, but there being no white folks 

 around, found it necessary to have tea by myself, 

 then pushed on the remaining forty-five mUes to 

 Gilga. 



The next day found me in Nairobi where I met 

 Mr. and Mrs. Modder of Kibuku Estate, old friends 

 from Limuru, with whom I had traveled from Mom- 

 basa to Marseille, France, in 1926. They insisted on 



