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had been charged by a rhino, and one of the 
porters tossed and killed, the horn being 
driven clean through his loins. At Heat- 
ley’s farm three buffalo (belonging to the 
same herd from which we had shot five) 
rushed out of the papyrus one afternoon at 
a passing buggy, which just managed to 
escape by a breakneck run across the level 
plain, the beasts chasing it for a mile. One 
afternoon, at Government House, I met a 
government official who had once succeeded 
in driving into a corral seventy zebras, in- 
ing beautifully; the bulbuls were the most 
noticeable singers, but there were many 
others. The dark ant-eating chats haunted 
the dusty roads on the outskirts of the town, 
and were interesting birds; they were usu¬ 
ally found in parties, flirted their tails up 
and down as they sat on bushes or roofs or 
wires, sang freely in chorus until after dusk, 
and then retired to holes in the ground for 
the night. A tiny owl with a queer little 
voice called continually not only after night¬ 
fall, but in the bright afternoons. Shrikes 
West side of Kenia’s peak, taken at an altitude of 15,000 feet. 
From a photograph by J. Alden Loring. 
eluding more stallions than mares; their 
misfortune in no way abated their savagery 
toward one another, and as the limited 
space forbade the escape of the weaker, the 
stallions fought to the death with teeth and 
hoofs during the first night, and no less 
than twenty were killed outright or died of 
their wounds. 
Most of the time in Nairobi we were the 
guests of ever-hospitable McMillan, in his 
low, cool house, with its broad vine-shaded 
veranda, running around all four sides, 
and its garden, fragrant and brilliant with 
a wealth of flowers. Birds abounded, sing¬ 
spitted insects on the spines of the imported 
cactus in the gardens. Striped squirrels the 
size of chipmunks lived in the trees. 
It was race week, and the races, in some 
of which Kermit rode, were capital fun. 
The white people—army officers, govern¬ 
ment officials, farmers from the country 
roundabout, and their wives—rode to the 
races on ponies or even on. camels, or drove 
up in rickshaws, in gharries, in bullock 
tongas, occasionally in automobiles, most 
often in two-wheel carts or rickety hacks 
drawn by mules, and driven by a turbaned 
Indian or a native in a cotton shirt. There 
