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NATIVES 



UP TO this time, save for a few Masai at the 

 very beginning of our trip, we had seen no 

 natives at all. Only lately, the night of the lion 

 dance, one of the Wanderobo — the forest hunters 

 — had drifted in to tell us of buffalo and to get some 

 meat. He was a simple soul, small and capable, of 

 a beautiful red-brown, with his hair done up in a 

 tight, short queue. He wore three skewers about 

 six inches long thrust through each of his ears, three 

 strings of blue beads on his neck, a bracelet tight 

 around his upper arm, a bangle around his ankle, a 

 pair of rawhide sandals, and about a half yard of 

 cotton cloth which he hung from one shoulder. As 

 weapons he carried a round-headed, heavy club, or 

 runga, and a long-bladed spear. He led us to buf^ 

 falo, accepted a thirty-three cent blanket, and made 

 fire with two sticks in about thirty seconds. The 

 only other evidences of human life we had come 

 across were a few beehives suspended in the trees. 

 These were logs, bored hollow and stopped at either 



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