A NATIVE VILLAGE 



invitation of one of our Masai — we now have two 

 fully-armed gentlemen of this fraternity — to see his 

 kraal, which happens to be close by. I was greatly 

 taken with the children, but not with the myriads of 

 flies which swarm round every native village. The 

 native method of greeting is interesting. The men 

 and women greet you by merely saying, "Jambo," 

 or in Masai, " Soba, Soba," which sounds lile 

 " sober," and extending the hand as if to shake hands 

 in our method. You do the same, simply making the 

 open hands touch, no grasp being necessary. If any 

 one of them takes a special fancy to you or wishes to 

 give you a mark of favour he spits on his hand 

 before extending it. I was treated so by the local chief, 

 and I cannot say that I liked the ceremony. However, 

 as a result two of his wives come into our camp every 

 morning with more fresh milk than we can possibly 

 drink. It is all sent as a present, though personally 

 I do not altogether like its flavour. 



The children greet you in what I think is a very 

 beautiful manner. Instead of extending the hand 

 they walk right up to you and then bend the head, 

 whilst you place your open hand on it, something 

 after the method of our blessing. 



On our way back to camp we saw two huge rhino, 

 but I decided to leave them alone. At the camp we 

 found another local chief awaiting us, a Wakamba, 

 with new milk and fair words. He asked me to shoot 



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