IN THE JUNGLE 



little naked totos stared out, and the good-natured 

 women smiled at us. The magnificent peak of 

 Kenia had now shaken itself free of the forests. On 

 its snow the sunrises and sunsets kindled their 

 fires. The flames of grass fires, too, could plainly 

 be made out, incredible distances away, and at 

 daytime, through the reek, were fascinating sug- 

 gestions of distant rivers, plains, jungles, and 

 hills. You see, we were still practically on the 

 wide slope of Kenia's base, though the peak was 

 many days away, and so could look out over wide 

 country. 



The last half day of this we wandered literally in 

 a rape field. The stalks were quite above our heads, 

 and we could see but a few yards in any direction. 

 In addition the track had become a footpath not 

 over two feet wide. We could occasionally look 

 back to catch glimpses of a pack or so bobbing along 

 on a porter's head. From our own path hundreds 

 of other paths branched; we were continually taking 

 the wrong fork and moving back to set the safari 

 right before it could do likewise. This we did by 

 drawing a deep double line in the earth across the 

 wrong trail. Then we hustled on ahead to pioneer 

 the way a little farther; our difficulties were further 

 complicated by the fact that we had sent our horses 

 back to Nairobi for fear of the tsetse fly, so we could 



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