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THROUGH JUNGLE AND DESERT chap. 



run to me, drooping their tails, and evincing every 

 indication of terror. 



Once we had a Httle adventure with a group of 

 dog-faced baboons. We first heard them barking, and 

 finally came in sight of them, running along for all 

 the world like school children on a holiday. The 

 young ones were playing together, carefully watched by 

 their elders, who preserved the most staid demeanour. 

 Upon catching sight of them, the dogs rushed at the 

 band in a furious manner. The young ones fled, but 

 two or three old gentlemen with bushy whiskers and 

 benignant eyes seated themselves upon their hams, 

 and gazed unruffled at the enemy. The dogs dashed 

 on, but their barks became less determined, and their 

 steps more cautious as they neared, and realized the 

 dignity of the animals they were to attack. These 

 made no sign, but calmly awaited their charge. Hav- 

 ing reached a point within fifteen feet of them, the 

 courage of the dogs seemed to ooze rapidly from them. 

 Frightened perhaps by the steady and philosophic 

 stare with which the apes regarded them, they turned 

 tail, and with crestfallen manner retreated to the 

 caravan. 



While marching along the Guaso Nyiro River, and 

 at a point near the ford, we fell in with a party of 

 loo Wanderobbo, who were encamped on the opposite 

 bank. Among them we were pleased to find our old 

 friend, Mayolo. He was fat, healthy, delighted to see 

 us, and a father. His wife had presented him with 

 a bouncing boy, and the presents we had given him 

 permitted him to assume a position of great importance 

 in his village. He said that after he had left Lieu- 



