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almost hidden from view, are the widely scattered 

 bungalows of the white population. 



Branching- off from the main street are side 

 streets, some of them thronged with East Indian 

 bazaars, about which may be found all the phases 

 of life of an Indian city. Still beyond and parallel 

 with the one main street are sparsely settled streets 

 which look ragged with their tin shacks and scat- 

 tered gardens. 



Nairobi is not a beautiful place, but it is new and 

 busy, and the people who live there are working 

 wonders in changing a bad location into what some 

 day will be a pretty place. It is over five thousand 

 feet high, healthy, and cold at night. Away off in 

 the hills a mile or more from town is Government 

 House, where the governor lives, and near by is the 

 club and a new European hospital, looking out over 

 a sweep of country that on clear days includes 

 Kilima-Njaro, over a hundred miles to the south- 

 east, and Mount Kenia, a hundred miles northeast. 



You are still in civilization in Nairobi. Anything 

 you want you may buy at some of the shops, and 

 almost anything you may want to eat or drink may 

 easily be had. There are weekly newspapers, 

 churches, clubs, hotels, and nearly all the by-prod- 

 ucts of civilization. One could live in Nairobi, only 

 a few miles from the equator, wear summer clothes 

 at noon and winter clothes at night, keep well, and 

 not miss many of the luxuries of life. The tele- 

 graph puts you in immediate touch with the whole 

 wide world, and on the thirtieth of September you 



