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their burdens were huddled in one of the trails 

 awaiting developments. I took a picture of the 

 situation and had stood my rifle against the tree, 

 and sat down to whisper the situation over. All 

 immediate danger seemed to have passed. It 

 seemed to, but it hadn't. 



Like a sudden unexpected explosion of a 



The Porters Came Down the Trail 



thirteen-inch gun there was a thundering crash in 

 the bushes behind the porters, then a perfect ava- 

 lanche of terrified porters, a dropping of bundles, 

 a wild dash for the protection of the tree, and a 

 bunch of the most startled white men ever seen on 

 Mount Kenia. I reached the tree in two jumps, 

 and three would have been a good record. The 

 crashing of bushes and small trees at our elbows 



