CHAPTER XXV 



AT MARSABIT 



WHEN men and beasts had had a good night's 

 rest we pushed on again early in the morning for 

 Crater Lake, which was the point in Marsabit 

 I wished to reach. 



This time our journey was a much more interest- 

 ing one, as it was through a mountainous, forest-clad 

 country, which afforded an absolute contrast to the 

 dreary desert we had just crossed. 



We again began to see game. A great herd of 

 giraffe trooped off to the westward of our route; 

 a couple of rhino, one or two bushbuck, a few oryx, 

 and some female greater and lesser kudu, made 

 the country look a paradise after the desolate and 

 inhospitable tract we had just passed over. We had 

 to scramble though thickets, down the steep sides 

 of ravines, and make our way across valleys, over 

 hills, and along the precipitous edges of extinct 

 craters, such as Kurmarasan and Lonkero. The 



