XI 
FROM EL BO GO I TO LAKE RUDOLPH 
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were built among the tree-stems, with no attempt at a 
clearing. 
In the morning we descended, early, the almost perpendicular 
face of the range by a fairly well-beaten path to my old 
“ lucky camp,” as I called it, in a glade at the foot, whence 
I had hunted the year before and bagged several fine bulls. 
On the way we passed through the present abode of Lesiat’s 
Ndorobo Encampment in the “Subugo” Forest on the 
Lorogi Mountains. 
(From a Photograph by the Author.) 
clan, in a romantic gorge near the mountain’s base, the funny 
little untidy huts picturesquely stuck here and there where 
space could be found among great rocks and trees. A bevy 
of comely “ dittos ” (damsels) greeted me with friendly hand¬ 
shakes. Lesiat himself, the “ laigwanane ” (or headman), as 
they called him, was out. However, they all told me that 
elephants were about again and had been seen the previous 
day—news which Lesiat himself confirmed in the evening. 
