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was one mass of color with wild flowers. Before dark 

 it was so cold that the boys huddled about their 

 fires and we wore our overcoats. 



On the morning of the 19th we entered the bamboo. 

 There was not another tree of any kind; nothing 

 but bamboo about fifty feet tall and so dense that 

 daylight scarcely filtered through. Five boys went 

 ahead all the time to clear the trail. Bonga tracks 

 were all over the place but I don't see how anyone 

 could hunt them, for it would be almost impossible to 

 get through the forest without cutting; and dry bam- 

 boo on the ground cracked like firecrackers. 



About noon we suddenly came out of the bamboo 

 into scrub country. The bamboo forest was most 

 interesting in as much as it started suddenly and 

 ended suddenly, with no straggling at the edges. 

 From noon to about four o'clock we went through 

 the most beautiful country I have ever seen any- 

 where; rolling plains with beautiful groves of scrub 

 trees which were loaded down with moss. Kenya 

 loomed ahead with rugged beauty. By this time 

 the wind was very cold, although the sun shone 

 brightly. We had the most peculiar feeling; hot 

 and still cold. I mean by this that without sweaters 

 we were chilled, but by bundling up with sweaters 

 we would sweat; and if we took off our hats our 

 heads would get hot. 



At foiu- we left the timber line and came into short 



