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jutting point. The snowy masses of the fall foamed 
over a ledge on our right, and below at our feet was a 
great pool of swirling water. Thick-foliaged trees, of 
strange shape and festooned with creepers, climbed the 
sheer sides of the ravine. A black-and-white eagle 
perched in a blasted tree-top in front, and the bleached 
skull of a long-dead rhinoceros glimmered white near 
the brink to one side. 
On another occasion we took our lunch at the foot of 
Rewero Falls. These are not as high as the falls of the 
Nairobi, but they are almost as beautiful. We clambered 
down into the ravine a little distance below, and made 
our way toward them, beside the brawling, rock-choked 
torrent. Great trees towered overhead, and among their 
tops the monkeys chattered and screeched. The fall 
itself was broken in two parts like a miniature Niagara, 
and the spray curtain shifted to and fro as the wind 
blew. 
The lower part of the farm, between the Kamiti and 
Rewero and on both sides of the Nairobi, consisted of 
immense rolling plains, and on these the game swarmed 
in almost incredible numbers. There were Grant’s and 
Thomson’s gazelles, of which we shot one or two for the 
table. There was a small herd of blue wildebeest, and 
among them one very large bull with an unusually fine 
head ; Kermit finally killed him. There were plenty of 
wart-hogs, which were to be found feeding right out in 
the open, both in the morning and the evening. One 
day Kermit got a really noteworthy sow, with tusks 
much longer than those of the average boar. He ran 
into her on horseback after a sharp chase of a mile or 
two, and shot her from the saddle as he galloped nearly 
alongside, holding his rifle as the old buffalo-runners 
used to hold theirs—that is, not bringing it to his 
