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African Game Trails 
type. They looked carefully after the cattle, 
and were delighted to join in the chase of 
dangerous game, but regular work they 
thoroughly despised. Sometimes when we 
had gathered a mass of Kikuyus or of our 
own porters together to do some job, two 
or three Masai would stroll up to look on 
Mr. Bulpett, were not merely mighty hunt¬ 
ers who had bagged every important variety 
of large and dangerous game, but were also 
explorers of note, whose travels had materi¬ 
ally helped in widening the area of our knowl¬ 
edge of what was once the dark continent. 
Many birds sang in the garden, bulbuls, 
Masai warriors near McMillan’s ranch on the Mua hills. 
with curiosity, sword in belt and great spear 
in hand; their"features were well cut, their 
hair curiously plaited, and they had the erect 
carriage and fearless bearing that naturally 
go with a soldierly race. 
Within the house, with its bedrooms and 
dining-room, its library and drawing-room, 
and the cool-shaded veranda, everything 
was so comfortable that it was hard to re¬ 
alize that we were far in the interior of 
Africa and almost under the equator. Our 
hostess was herself a good rider and good 
shot, and had killed her lion; and both our 
host and a friend who was staying with him, 
thrushes, and warblers; and from the nar¬ 
row fringe of dense woodland along the 
edges of the rivers other birds called loudly, 
some with harsh, some with musical voices. 
Here for the first time we saw the honey- 
guide, the bird that is-said to insist upon 
leading any man it sees to honey, so that he 
may rob the hive and give it a share— 
though we were not ourselves fortunate 
enough to witness anything noteworthy in 
its actions. 
Game came right around the house. 
Hartebeests, wildebeests, and zebras grazed 
in sight on the open plain. The hippo- 
