OUR RACE TO PARADISE 



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streams fed from the snows of far-off Kenya, we 

 came on a faint trail. As we went we stirred up 

 bustards, quail, sand grouse, and the ugly vultxirines, 

 which flew disturbingly about us like shadows of the 

 dusk, sometimes darting over the windshield into 

 our faces. With the dusk we reached a hill below 

 which twinkles the flickering lights of a Httle native 

 settlement. Vaguely we made out the huts of the 

 quarantine station, saw flocks of zebra behind a 

 manyetta or native corral and heard our men busy 

 around their fires. 



Anxious as we were to reach our destination. 

 Lake Paradise, we covild not leave the present 

 neighborhood until we had secured more oxen and 

 camels and wagons; so we had a week to spend with 

 Rattray and McDonough. However time did not 

 hang heavy on otir hands. Beyond Isiolo, stretching 

 north of the river, was a great plains country with 

 high grass on a red clay soil sanded white. This 

 we explored standing sometimes on giant anthills 

 twenty feet in height. From these queer eminences 

 we could see thousands of head of game — all kinds 

 of gazelle and the greater antelope, oryx, and retic- 

 ulated giraffe ambling along with necks bending 

 forward in their queer fashion. All around us, too, 

 swarmed game birds, bustards with their big fluffed 

 heads, grey brown guniea fowl, as well as grouse, and 

 spur fowl. Here and there grotesque vultures with 



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