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We chartered a little four-wheel two compart- 

 ment coach and travelled direct to the Lumbwa 

 station, a small isolated outpost. There we remained 

 for two weeks photographing this strange group of 

 humans and learning something about their native 

 habits. We had first become interested in them 

 when we had seen their wonderful lion spearing down 

 in Tanganyika, which I have already described. 



We journeyed back to Nairobi again in our "priv- 

 ate car." I shall never forget the ride. In small 

 towns in oiir own middle west I have seen antique 

 railway cars that somewhat resembled this one. It 

 was impossible for us to sleep in it, as its vertical 

 motion was alone almost as great as that of an ocean 

 liner in a storm. 



We remained in Nairobi this time about three 

 weeks longer. Somehow the closer we got to the end 

 the harder it was to tear ourselves away. Thus has 

 it always been on our journeys to the ends of the 

 earth. I remember Dana speaking of the same thing 

 at the finish of his Two Years Before the Mast. He 

 relates how he got back to Boston after that hard 

 voyage and found himself moved to stay aboard 

 instead of dashing home to luxury. 



We went down to Mombasa on the train and put 

 up for a day or two waiting for the boat that was to 

 take us to northern latitudes again. We were 

 pleased to find that our ship was to be the Bernardin 



