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clearly their friends. Leslie Tarlton's brother was keeping 

 a couple of young kongoni and a partly grown Grant on 

 his farm just outside Nairobi. (The game comes right to 

 the outskirts of Nairobi; one morning Kermit walked out 

 from the McMillans' town-house, where we were staying, 

 in company with Percival, the game ranger, and got pho- 

 tographs of zebras, kongoni, and Kavirondo cranes; and a 

 leopard sometimes came up through the garden on to the 

 veranda of the house itself.) Tarlton's young antelopes 

 went freely into the country round about, but never fled 

 with the wild herds; and they were not only great friends 

 with Tarlton's dogs, but recognized them as protectors. 

 Hyenas and other beasts frequently came round the farm 

 after nightfall, and at their approach the antelopes fled 

 at speed to where the dogs were, and then could not be 

 persuaded to leave them. 



We spent a delightful week at Juja Farm, and then 

 moved to Kamiti Ranch, the neighboring farm, owned by 

 Mr. Hugh H. Heatley, who had asked me to visit him for 

 a buffalo hunt. While in the highlands of British East 

 Africa it is utterly impossible for a stranger to realize that 

 he is under the equator; the climate is delightful and healthy. 

 It is a white man's country, a country which should be filled 

 with white settlers; and no place could be more attrac- 

 tive for visitors. There is no more danger to health inci- 

 dent to an ordinary trip to East Africa than there is to an 

 ordinary trip to the Riviera. Of course, if one goes on a 

 hunting trip there is always a certain amount of risk, in- 

 cluding the risk of fever, just as there would be if a man 

 camped out in some of the Italian marshes. But the or- 

 dinary visitor need have no more fear of his health than if 

 he were travelling in Italy, and it is hard to imagine a trip 

 better worth making than the trip from Mombasa to Nairobi 

 and on to the Victoria Nyanza. 



