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led between hedges of banana-palms and across numerous 

 little rivulets. Idle natives stood about here and there, and 

 gazed at us in friendly fashion, whilst the women at work in the 

 little wood-encircled fields paused, as the Wangwaua hurried 

 on, their smoking weapons in their hands, to shout a greeting 

 to us as if we were old friends, crying : ' Yambo, Yamho, sana ! 

 Sahalcheir ! Uliali gliani ? Hahari ghani ? ' and so on, which 

 meant, ' Good day ! God bless you ! How are you ? What's the 

 news ? ' On we pressed, however, till we came to a good-sized 

 clearing, overgrown with weeds, and found ourselves in the 

 very heart of the paradise called Taveta. 



