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and apples, coffee and sugar-cane. The bread we ate 
and the coffee we drank were made from what he had 
grown on his own farm. There were roses in the garden 
and great bushes of heliotrope by the veranda, and the 
drive to his place was bordered by trees from Australia 
and beds of native flowers. 
Next day we went into Nairobi, where we spent a most 
busy week, especially the three naturalists; for the task 
of getting into shape for shipment and then shipping the 
many hundreds of specimens—indeed, all told there were 
thousands of specimens—was of herculean proportions. 
Governor Jackson—a devoted ornithologist and prob¬ 
ably the best living authority on East African birds, tak¬ 
ing into account the stand-points of both the closet natur¬ 
alist and the field naturalist—spent hours with Mearns, 
helping him to identify and arrange the species. 
Nairobi is a very attractive town, and most interesting, 
with its large native quarter and its Indian colony. One 
of the streets consists of little except Indian shops and 
bazaars. Outside the business portion, the town is spread 
over much territory, the houses standing isolated, each by 
itself, and each usually bowered in trees, with vines shad¬ 
ing the verandas, and pretty flower-gardens round about. 
Not only do I firmly believe in the future of East Africa 
for settlement as a white man’s country, but I feel that it 
is an ideal playground alike for sportsmen, and for travel¬ 
lers who wish to live in health and comfort, and yet to see 
what is beautiful and unusual 
