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for a mile. One afternoon, at Government House, I met 

 a government official who had once succeeded in driving 

 into a corral seventy zebras, including more stallions than 

 mares; their misfortune in no way abated their savagery 

 toward one another, and as the limited space forbade the 

 escape of the weaker, the stallions fought to the death with 

 teeth and hoofs during the first night, and no less than 

 twenty were killed outright or died of their wounds. 



Most of the time in Nairobi we were the guests of ever- 

 hospitable McMillan, in his low, cool house, with its broad, 

 vine-shaded veranda, running around all four sides, and its 

 garden, fragrant and brilliant with innumerable flowers. 

 Birds abounded, singing beautifully; the bulbuls were the 

 most noticeable singers, but there were many others. The 

 dark ant-eating chats haunted the dusky roads on the out- 

 skirts of the town, and were interesting birds; they were 

 usually found in parties, flirted their tails up and down 

 as they sat on bushes or roofs or wires, sang freely in chorus 

 until after dusk, and then retired to holes in the ground for 

 the night. A tiny owl with a queer little voice called con- 

 tinually not only after nightfall, but in the bright afternoons. 

 Shrikes spitted insects on the spines of the imported cactus 

 in the gardens. 



It was race week, and the races, in some of which Kermit 

 rode, were capital fun. The white people army officers, 

 government officials, farmers from the country roundabout, 

 and their wives rode to the races on ponies or even on 

 camels, or drove up in rickshaws, in gharries, in bullock 

 tongas, occasionally in automobiles, most often in two- 

 wheel carts or rickety hacks drawn by mules and driven by 

 a turbaned Indian or a native in a cotton shirt. There 

 were Parsees, and Goanese dressed just like the Europeans. 

 There were many other Indians, their picturesque women- 

 kind gaudy in crimson, blue, and saffron. The constabu- 

 lary, Indian and native, were in neat uniforms and well 

 set up, though often barefooted. Straight, slender Somalis 

 with clear-cut features were in attendance on the horses. 



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