CHAPTER II 



OUR RACE TO PARADISE 



MY heart sank when I saw how slow oiir progress 

 north was and reaUzed at the same time that 

 the rains were only two weeks off. We simply had 

 to get across the Guaso Nyiro river before it was 

 in flood or the season would be lost. The rains, I 

 knew, would make such heavy going that it would be 

 impossible for our motor cars to get through by any 

 other route. 



One great comfort lay in my fine Willys-Knight 

 cars which I had brought along for what proved to be 

 certainly the toughest work to which any motor cars 

 in the world have ever been put. It is a pleasure at 

 this writing to say that my confidence was not 

 misplaced. 



Six cars went on ahead of us all piled high with our 

 stuff imtil their tormented springs cried out for 

 relief. As I was afraid of the tsetse fly country 

 through which we must pass I soon got rid of my last 

 mules and took only oxen. 



We left Nairobi serious enough at heart. It was 

 not so much the danger that worried us, though that 



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