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settlers we met. They were two brothers; one had lived 

 twenty years on the Pacific Coast, mining in the Sierras, 

 and the other had just retired from the British navy, with 

 the rank of commander; they were able to turn their hands 



The waterhole we struck after having made a dry camp on our trek to Naivasha 

 From a photograph by Kermit Roosci-dt 



to anything, and were just the men for work in a new coun- 

 try for a new country is a poor place for the weak and 

 incompetent, whether of body or mind. They had a steam 

 launch and a big heavy row-boat, and they most kindly 

 and generously put both at our disposal for hippo hunting. 



