4 SAFARI 



sunshine and laughter and flowers the year round. 

 In a sense, we are King and Queen in our own right. 

 At least we have that feeling up there in our little 

 principality on the top of our mountain peak where 

 lies our lake called Paradise. 



There are no frills to our regime. We dress to keep 

 warm and eat to live. Simple pleasures stand out 

 in their true values unsullied by the myriad artificial 

 entertainments of civilization. Our diet is plain; 

 our costume unadorned; we rise with the sun and 

 labor while it lasts. As a result we find life more 

 savory than ever it was amid the conveniences of 

 hot hotels and traffic-jammed streets. 



Mrs. Johnson and I sailed from New York on 

 December i, 1923. Our objective was to film, more 

 completely than it had ever been done before, a record 

 of Africa's fast vanishing wild life, in order that 

 posterity might be able permanently to recall it as 

 it had existed in its last and greatest stronghold. 



From England we took a ship down aroimd the 

 Cape, and brought our huge cargo of equipment 

 safely ashore at the port of Mombasa, on the East 

 African coast a few weeks later. From Mombasa 

 we took the little trunk line railway more than 

 three hundred miles northwest to Nairobi, the capital 

 of Kenya Colony and the last civilized settlement 

 before reaching the wilderness. Our stay in Nairobi 

 was a brief but busy period. It was there that 



