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knew this part of the country well. I heard on 

 the return of the guide that they reached Capt. 

 and Mrs. P. late that night; but our safaris never 

 afterwards reunited, nor did I see our friends 

 again until we met a short time ago in London, 

 when I listened with much interest to a very 

 graphic account of their adventurous and successful 

 trip in East Africa. 



We were astir at dawn next morning, and before 

 setting off on the day's march made our way over 

 to the beautiful waterfall, taking our cameras with 

 us, as we were all anxious to secure a photograph 

 of the pleasing scene. We were quite ready to take 

 the picture just as the first rays of the sun struck 

 the gleaming waters as they dashed headlong into 

 the turbulent pool beneath. It was a very pretty 

 sight, and the photograph which I reproduce gives 

 but a poor idea of what it was really like. 



Just as we were about to start off on our journey, 

 we had a rather amusing experience with some of 

 our men. We had brought with us two Somali 

 gun-bearers and an Abyssinian syce, and a more lazy 

 and unsatisfactory trio it has never been my lot to 

 meet. We were highly entertained and pleased, 

 therefore, when, just as we were about to move off, 

 these three men came up and announced that they 

 would not travel with us any further unless they got 

 tea, sugar, milk, and butter, just the same as the 



