314 THE GUASO NYERO [ch. xi 
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 Yellowstone Park I 
rounded up a herd of wapiti for John Burroughs 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 1 enjoyed the gallop. 
From Neri we marched through mist and rain across 
the cold Aberdare tablelands, 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. 
