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kept on the move all day. For some time we 

 followed the track of the Safari, but in the course 

 of the day we lost the track and made as direct 

 a line for Nakuro as we could. Having the mule, 

 I was able to ride whenever I felt unpleasantly 

 heated, and this was a great assistance. It 

 drizzled off and on during the day, and in the 

 afternoon we had a thunderstorm and heavy 

 tropical rain, which made my feet and legs very 

 wet in spite of the Burberry coat and the 

 umbrella. 



After the storm we reached the crest of the 

 slope descending into the Rift Valley and saw 

 Nakuro, like the promised land, in the distance. 

 The road then lay through thick elephant bush, 

 and we came to a place which was honeycombed 

 with tracks of elephants. I was not at the 

 time at all anxious to have a battle with an 

 elephant, and fortunately we did not meet any. 



We came across very little game on the way, 

 but in the evening we saw some hartebeest. 

 I might have hunted and shot some animal and 

 broiled some of the meat, but we certainly could 

 not have provided anything appetising, and my 

 one desire was to avoid, if possible, the discomfort 

 of another night on the ground. By steady 

 travelling I hoped that it might be possible to 

 reach Nakuro before nightfall, and we therefore 

 kept on the march all day. The want of food 

 caused me surprisingly little inconvenience, and 

 I simply tightened my belt and pushed on. 

 The dampness of the air and an occasional ride 

 on the mule saved me from thirst, and this was 

 a great point. At one time during the day I saw 



