XIII 

 ON THE MANAGING OF A SAFARI 



WE MADE our way slowly down the river. As 

 the elevation dropped, the temperature rose. 

 It was very hot indeed during the day, and in the 

 evening the air was tepid and caressing, and musical 

 with the hum of insects. We sat about quite com- 

 fortably in our pajamas, and took our fifteen grains 

 of quinine per week against the fever. 



The character of the jungle along the river changed 

 imperceptibly, the dhum palms crowding out the 

 other trees; until, at our last camp, were nothing 

 but palms. The wind in them sounded variously 

 like the patter or the gathering onrush of rain. On 

 either side the country remained unchanged, 

 however. The volcanic hills rolled away to the 

 distant ranges. Everywhere grew sparsely the 

 low thornbrush, opening sometimes into clear 

 plains, closing sometimes into dense thickets. 

 One morning we awoke to find that many sup- 

 posedly sober-minded trees had burst into blos- 

 som fairly over night. They were red, and 



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