BEYOND THE HILLS 247 



morning's search by companions revealing only a few 

 gruesome remains. With these thoughts in mind, I fell 

 asleep beneath the ghostly abutments of the old bridge. 



Some time before dawn I awakened with a start — 

 an animal was moving close to my head. Immediately 

 visions of man-eating lions flashed before me and when 

 I slowly turned to face a large wild dog leering at me 

 from only a few yards away, I received a shock that 

 left me numb for a few seconds. Finally comprehend- 

 ing that this was merely a wild dog, I began fumbhng 

 around for my rifle. My movements frightened the 

 animal and he loped away into the mist. 



Upon arrival at Gilgil, I sent a note to the farm by 

 Ali, our old cook, who had rejoined us, instructing 

 Ted to hustle down with the safari boys and kit. 

 Then, loading the other truck with suppHes from the 

 warehouse, I dispatched it in charge of Austin and 

 Jones toward Camp Simba. Jones had just been 

 added to the staff, his job being to keep the trucks in 

 repair, which task he Hghtly undertook, Httle knowing 

 what confronted him on that long journey across 

 Africa. Ah rode as far as Thompson's Falls, then 

 walked the eighteen miles to the farm before ten 

 o'clock that night. Ted loaded at once, arriving 

 in Gilgil at four o'clock in the morning, giving me 

 one of the greatest surprises of the entire expedition. 



After a day's drive, we overtook the other truck 

 at Narok. Next morning one of my best porters 

 came in complaining that he was very sick and wanted 

 to go home, so I paid him off and arranged for his 

 transportation back to Nairobi; then, after a visit 

 with the A. D. C, we collected the mail for KiUma- 

 feza and buzzed off "into the blue." 



