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Cuninghame’s and Tarlton’s management. We had not 
lost a single man by death. One had been tossed by a 
rhino, one clawed by a leopard, and several had been sent 
to hospital for dysentery, smalhpox, or fever; but none had 
died. While on the Guaso Nyero trip we had run into a 
narrow belt of the dreaded tsetse fly, whose bite is fatal to 
domestic animals. Five of our horses were bitten, and 
four of them died, two not until we were on the Uasin Gishu; 
the fifth, my zebra-shaped brown, although very sick, ulti¬ 
mately recovered, to the astonishment of the experts. Only 
three of our horses lasted in such shape that we could ride 
them in to Londiani; one of them being Tranquillity, and 
another Kermit’s white pony, Huan Daw, who was always 
dancing and curvetting, and whom in consequence the 
saises had christened ‘^merodadi,” the dandy. 
The first ten days of December I spent at Njoro, on the 
edge of the Mau escarpment, with Lord Delamere. It is a 
beautiful farming country; and Lord Delamere is a practi¬ 
cal and successful farmer, and the most useful settler, from 
the stand-point of the all-round interests of the country, 
in British East Africa. Incidentally, the home ranch was 
most attractive—especially the library, the room containing 
Lady Delamere’s books. Delamere had been himself a 
noted big-game hunter, his bag including fifty-two lions; 
but instead of continuing to be a mere sportsman, he turned 
his attention to stock-raising and wheat-growing, and be¬ 
came a leader in the work of taming the wilderness, of 
conquering for civilization the world’s waste spaces. No 
career can be better worth following. 
During his hunting years Delamere had met with many 
strange adventures. One of the lions he shot mauled him, 
