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African Game Trails 
glimmered white near the 
brink to one side. 
On another occasion 
we took our lunch at the 
foot of Rewero Falls. 
These are not as high as 
the falls of the Nairobi, 
but they are almost as 
beautiful. We clambered 
down into the ravine a lit¬ 
tle distance below and 
made our way toward 
them, beside the brawl¬ 
ing, rock-choked torrent. 
Great trees towered over¬ 
head, and among their 
tops the monkeys chat¬ 
tered and screeched. The 
fall itself was broken in 
two parts like a miniature 
Niagara, and the spray 
curtain shifted to and fro 
as the wind blew. 
The lower part of the 
farm, between the Kamiti 
and Rewero and on both 
sides of the Nairobi, con¬ 
sisted of immense rolling 
plains, and on these the 
game swarmed in almost 
incredible numbers. 
There were Grant’s and Thompson’s ga¬ 
zelles, of which we shot one or two for the 
grow to a height of over twenty feet. 
the horses gallop. As the sun set behind 
us, the long lights changed the look of the 
country and gave it a beauty that had in it 
an element of the mysterious and the unreal. 
The mountains loomed both larger and more 
vague than they had been in the bright sun¬ 
light, and the plains lost their look of parched 
desolation as the afterglow came and went. 
We were galloping through a world of dim 
shade and dying color; and, in this world, 
our horses suddenly halted on the brink of a 
deep ravine from out of which came the 
thunder of a cataract. We reined up on a 
jutting point. The snowy masses of the fall 
foamed over a ledge on our right, and below 
at our feet was a great pool of swirling water. 
Thick foliaged trees, of strange shape and 
festooned with creepers, climbed the sheer 
sides of the ravine. A black-and-white eagle 
perched in a blasted tree-top in front; and 
the bleached skull of a long-dead rhinoceros 
Heatley with two leopard cubs he caught. 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt. 
