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and ja,ckals will take anything made of leather during 

 the night. 



As time went on we gave names to those waterholes 

 which we visited most. We usually named them in 

 Swahili so that the boys could identify them when we 

 gave directions. 



The one we called Wistonia was not far from our 

 base camp. It was perhaps, the most beautiful of 

 all. Great rocks, fifty feet high, surrounded it, show- 

 ing beautiful hues varying from rose-reds to deep 

 volcanic blue-black; facing the opening was a valley 

 half a mile in length, richly embroidered, after the 

 rains, with emerald green and rainbow-like flowers. 

 The valley itself was cut by a ravine, or donga, with 

 green swamp rushes and vegetation in the bottom and 

 ferns and tropical vines growing up its sides. 



The waterhole, bulwarked by three cliffs, was about 

 seventy-five feet wide and fed out into a swift-racing 

 stream that skipped down the donga in a succession of 

 little silver rapids until it disappeared from sight 

 around a bend in the ravine. 



When we discovered this we followed one of the 

 streams as it sped down a green-sided channel; and 

 everywhere we went, we found other swift racing little 

 streams coursing down ledges until they also fell in a 

 succession of rapids and white waterfalls. Where all 

 these little rivers came from we could not tell; but 

 they were delightful, sometimes pausing in their 



