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AFRICAN GAME TRAILS 
their enormous strength enables them to plough through 
the mud and water and burst their way among the papyrus 
stems without the slightest difficulty, whereas a man is 
nearly helpless when once he has entered the reedbeds. 
They had made paths hither and thither across the swamp, 
these paths being three feet deep in ooze and black water. 
There were little islands in the swamp on which they could 
rest. Toward its lower end, where it ran into the Nairobi, 
the Kamiti emerged from the papyrus swamp and became 
a rapid brown stream of water with only here and there a 
papyrus cluster along its banks. 
The Nairobi, which cut across the lower end of the 
farm, and the Rewero, which bounded it on the other side 
from the Kamiti, were as different as possible from the 
latter. Both were rapid streams broken by riffle and water¬ 
fall, and running at the bottom of tree-clad valleys. The 
Nairobi Falls, which were on Heatley’s Ranch, were sin¬ 
gularly beautiful. Heatley and I visited them one evening 
after sunset, coming home from a day’s hunt. It was 
a ride I shall long remember. We left our men, and 
let the horses gallop. As the sun set behind us, the long 
lights changed the look of the country and gave it a beauty 
that had in it an element of the mysterious and the unreal. 
The mountains loomed both larger and more vague than 
they had been in the bright sunlight, and the plains lost 
their look of parched desolation as the afterglow came and 
went. We were galloping through a world of dim shade 
and dying color; and, in this world, our horses suddenly 
halted on the brink of a deep ravine from out of which 
came the thunder of a cataract. We reined up on a jutting 
point. The snowy masses of the fall foamed over a ledge 
