WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



foot of the Kilimanjaro. My friend Captain Merker 

 received us with open arms. 



The rainy season began now in earnest and forced 

 us to remain in Moschi. The genial hospitality of Cap- 



VULTURES SCENTING CARRION 



tain Merker, one of the most companionable of men, 

 would, I was sure, hel]:) us to while away the time. 

 But soon, alas! not only he but also my friend and com- 

 panion Prince Loewenstein set out for the coast. No 

 European can live with impunity any length of time 

 under the tropical sky of East Africa. Captain Merker 

 had stuck to his post for seven years. Moschi is a de- 



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