Mrs. McMillan and cheetah, j , 
From a photograph.by W. N. McMillan. 
right to the outskirts of Nairobi; one morn¬ 
ing Kermit walked out from the Mc¬ 
Millans’ town-house, where we were stay¬ 
ing, in company with Percival, the game 
ranger, and got photographs of zebras, kon- 
goni, and Kavirondo cranes; and a leop¬ 
ard sometimes came up through the garden 
on to the veranda of the house itself.) Tarl- 
ton’s young antelopes went freely into the 
country round about, but never fled with 
the wild herds; and they were not only great 
friends with Tarlton’s dogs, but recognized 
them as protectors. Hyenas and other 
beasts frequently came round the farm after 
nightfall, and at their approach the ante¬ 
lopes fled at speed to where the dogs were, 
and then could not be persuaded to leave 
them. 
We spent a delightful week at Juja Farm, 
and then moved to Kamiti Ranch, the 
neighboring farm, owned by Mr. Hugh H. 
Heatley, who had asked me to visit him for 
a buffalo hunt. While in the highlands of 
British East Africa it is utterly impossible 
for a stranger to realize that he is under 
the equator; the climate is delightful and 
healthy. It is a white man’s country, a 
country which should be filled with white 
settlers; and no place could be more attrac¬ 
tive for visitors. There is no more danger 
to health incident to an ordinary trip to 
East Africa than there is to an ordinary 
trip to the Riviera. Of course, if one goes 
on a hunting trip there is always a certain 
amount of risk, including the risk of fever, 
just as there would be if a man camped out 
in some of the Italian marshes. But the 
ordinary visitor need have no more fear of 
his health than if he were travelling in Italy, 
and it is hard to imagine a trip better worth 
making than the trip from Mombassa to 
Nairobi and on to the Victoria Nyanza. 
