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sequestered lake, which we had been the first to dis- 

 cover after the missionary who came here two 

 hundred years ago. And several were still to come. 

 Some came by the wilder route, like Pat Ayre, the 

 famous hunter; others, like our good friends Colonel 

 and Mrs. Bray, who had voyaged from America 

 all the way to see Africa and us, by the new trail 

 Boculy had found and which was easier for camels 

 or cars. 



It was pleasant to have the Brays. The Colonel 

 was a delightful reconteur, and his negro stories, tales 

 of old Kentucky and of the Keith circuit, of which he 

 for a long time had been manager, soimded queerly in 

 the wilds but were a delightful change after so many 

 yams in Swahili. 



Osa, too, had fixed up her living quarters and guest 

 house admirably. In the guest room were towel racks 

 and all the little knicknacks w^hich a woman will 

 put up, if you give her twenty-four hours in a place; 

 and they served the purpose, even though they were 

 made of materials gathered out of the forest. And 

 woe betide the luckless houseboys if they did not 

 have sheets and towels, as well as our garments, 

 freshly laundered every day or two. 



The living room was now as comfortable as that 

 of any coui:gry home. There were gims and horns 

 on the wall; skins on the floor; lounging chairs, most 

 of which I had made ; bright rugs ; and always a fire in 



