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to get him out of the swamp, finally burning all of it 
that was not too wet; but we never saw him again. 
We recrossed the high hill country, through mists 
and driving rains, and were back at Londiani on the 
last day of November. Here, with genuine regret, we 
said good-bye to our safari; for we were about to leave 
East Africa, and could only take a few of our personal 
attendants with us into Uganda and the Nile Valley. 
I was really sorry to see the last of the big, strong, 
good-natured porters. They had been with us over 
seven months, and had always behaved well—though 
this, of course, was mainly owing to 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, small-pox, 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, ultimately recovered, to the astonish¬ 
ment of the experts. Only three of our horses lasted 
in such shape that we could ride them into 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 practical and successful farmer, and the most useful 
settler, from the standpoint of the all-round interests of 
the country, in British East Africa. Incidentally, the 
