THEOUGH THE KEDONG VALLEY, B.E.A. 163 
a column of steam nearly a hundred feet high arising from the 
lava, and as we got near, the water below could be heard boiling, 
the noise being like to the rumbling of a train and distinct for 
three hundred yards away or more. We climbed the slope to 
it, but all that one could see was the steam pouring up through 
the fissure, whilst within a hundred yards were five smaller 
jets and a score or two of very small ones arising from the 
ground. The lava all about was very sulphureous. Mr. Bush 
opined that the crust must be very thin for so many small 
jets to have worked their way out, and considered it an un- 
desirable place to be standing about on. 
In my opinion, the whole scenery was very like the pictures 
one sees of the Yellowstone National Park, and the only thing 
lacking appeared to be cascades of water and the ‘ big trees.’ 
It is probable that at one time this gorge served as an outlet 
to Lake Naivasha. Hornblende lay about in lumps in con- 
siderable quantities. 
Further on we came across the mountainous droppings of 
a rhinoceros, and saw where it had been tearing up the ground 
with its horn and smashing up the shrubs and small trees 
in some exuberant fury. Plenty of leopard tracks, and we were 
afterwards informed that this gorge contains the largest 
examples in the country. 
As we proceeded, vultures became commoner, circling in 
the sky at a great height or sitting in the trees on the brink of 
the precipice, and then to our left we came upon the place we 
sought, a great cliff from which there flapped away numbers 
of buzzards and nigh on a hundred vultures ; though the cliffs 
were liberally white-washed, we could not distinguish any 
nests, and as we were certain that these would now hold large 
young ones, if anything at all, we held on our way instead of 
going over to them. 
It was now about eight o’clock, and we were clear of the 
gorge when a native rose up from behind a bush and handed 
a note to Mr. Bush inviting us to partake of breakfast with 
a surveyor named Mr. Gemmell; this we gladly decided to 
accept. The man pointed in a certain direction, and said the 
camp was just over there ; after half an hour’s hard walking 
he was again inquired of, and the cheering information given 
