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their burdens were huddled in one of the trails 
awaiting developments. I took a picture of the 
situation and had stood my rifle against the tree, 
and sat down to whisper the situation over. All 
immediate danger seemed to have passed. It 
seemed to, but it hadn’t. 
Like a sudden unexpected explosion of a 
The Porters Came Down the Trail 
thirteen-inch gun there was a thundering crash in 
the bushes behind the porters, then a perfect ava¬ 
lanche of terrified porters, a dropping of bundles, 
a wild dash for the protection of the tree, and a 
bunch of the most startled white men ever seen on 
Mount Kenia. I reached the tree in two jumps, 
and three would have been a good record. The 
crashing of bushes and small trees at our elbows 
