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It had been hanging from a mimosa twig, the hills and on the plains still teeming with 
and it flew well in the strong sunlight, look- game, the spirit of daring adventure every- 
ing like some huge, parti-colored butterfly, where visible, the hope and the heartbreak- 
It was a settled country, this in which we ing disappointment, the successes and the 
Clifford Hill’s Kukuyu ostrich boys as they beat the tall grass for lion 
hunting at Killima (Hill) Ugami, when we got two large and 
The boys had their bows and arrows for protectit 
did our first hunting, and for this reason all 
the more interesting. The growth and de¬ 
velopment of East and Middle Africa are 
phenomena of such absorbing interest, that 
I was delighted at the chance to see the 
parts where settlement has already begun 
before plunging into the absolute wilder¬ 
ness. There was much to remind one of 
conditions in Montana and Wyoming thirty 
years ago; the ranches planted down among 
failures. But the problem offered by the 
natives bore no resemblance to that once 
offered by the presence of our tribes of 
horse Indians, few in numbers and incred¬ 
ibly formidable in war. The natives of 
East Africa are numerous, many of them 
are agricultural—of pastoral people after 
their own fashion, and even the bravest of 
them, the warlike Masai, are in no way 
formidable as our Indians were formidable 
