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eland bull); but he loved to gallop after game. We came 
on a herd of eland in an open plain; they were directly 
in our path. We were in the country where the ordinary 
or Livingstone’s eland grades into the Patterson’s; and I 
knew that the naturalists wished an additional bull’s head 
for the museum. So I galloped toward the herd; and for 
the next fifteen or twenty minutes I felt as if I had renewed 
my youth and was in the cow camps of the West, a quarter 
of a century ago. Eland are no faster than range cattle. 
Twice I rounded up the herd—just as once in the Yellow¬ 
stone Park I rounded up a herd of wapiti for John Bur¬ 
roughs to look at—and three times I cut out of the herd a 
big animal, which, however, in each case, proved to be a 
cow. There were no big bulls, only cows and young stock; 
but I enjoyed the gallop. 
From Neri we marched through mist and rain across 
the cold Aberdare table-lands, and in the forenoon of 
October 20 we saw from the top of the second Aberdare 
escarpment the blue waters of beautiful Lake Naivasha. 
On the next day we reached Nairobi. 
