THE LAND OF FOOTPRINTS 



frenzy. Then we might have to do a little rapid 

 shooting. Not for one instant the whole night long 

 did those misguided savages cease their howling 

 and dancing. At any rate we cost them a night's 

 sleep. 



Next morning we took up our march through the 

 deserted tracks once more. Not a sign of human 

 life did we encounter. About ten o'clock we climbed 

 down a tremendous gash of a box canon with pre- 

 cipitous cliffs. From below we looked back to see, 

 perched high against the skyline, the motionless 

 figures of many savages watching us from the crags. 

 So we had had company after all, and we had not 

 known it. This cafion proved to be the boundary 

 line. With the same abruptness we passed again 

 into friendly country. 



(d) OUT THE OTHER SIDE 



We left the jungle finally when we turned on a long 

 angle away from Kenia. At first the open country 

 of the foothills was closely cultivated with fields of 

 rape and maize. We saw some of the people break- 

 ing new soil by means of long pointed sticks. The 

 plowmen quite simply inserted the pointed end in 

 the ground and pried. It was very slow hard work. 

 In other fields the grain stood high and good. From 

 among the stalks, as from a miniature jungle, the 



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