Elephant trail in bamboo. 
From a photograph by J. Alden Loring. 
were Parsees, and Goanese dressed just 
like the Europeans. There were many 
other Indians, their picturesque women- 
kind gaudy in crimson, blue, and saffron. 
The constabulary, Indian and native, 
were in neat uniforms and well set up, 
though often barefooted. Straight, slen¬ 
der Somalis with clear-cut features were 
in attendance on the horses. Native ne¬ 
groes, of many different tribes, flocked 
to the race-course and its neighborhood. 
The Swahilis, and those among the others 
who aspired toward civilization, were well 
clad, the men in half European costume, 
the women in flowing, parti-colored robes. 
But most of them were clad, or unclad, 
just as they always had been. Wkamba, 
with filed teeth, crouched in circles on the 
ground. Kikuyu passed, the men each 
with a blanket hung round the shoulders, 
and girdles of chains, and armlets and 
anklets of solid metal; the older women 
bent under burdens they carried on the 
back, half of them in addition with babies 
slung somewhere round them, while now 
and then an unmarried girl would have 
her face painted with ochre and vermil¬ 
ion. A small party of Masai warriors 
kept close together, each clutching his 
shining, long-bladed war spear, their hair 
daubed red and twisted into strings. A 
large band of Kavirondo, stark naked, 
