Masai huts from centre of kraal. 
again started. The country grew hilly, and 
brushy. It was too dry for much game, but 
we saw a small herd of giraffe, which are in¬ 
dependent of water. Now riding our horses, 
now leading them, we travelled until nearly 
sunset, when we halted at the foot of a steep 
divide, beyond which our course lay across 
slopes that gradually fell to the stream for 
which we were heading. Here the porters 
had all the food and water they wished, and 
so did the horses; and, each with a double 
span of oxen, the wagons were driven up the 
slope, the weary cattle straining hard in the 
yokes. 
Black clouds had risen and thickened in 
the west, boding rain. Three-fourths of 
our journey was over; and it was safe to 
start the safari and then leave it to come on 
byitself, while the ox-wagons followed later. 
At nine, before the moon struggled above 
the hill-crests to our left, we were off. Soon 
we passed the wagons, drawn up abreast, a 
lantern high on a pole, while the tired oxen 
lay in their yokes, attached to the trek tow. 
