The porters exult over the death of the bull. 
From a photograph by Edmund Heller. 
and swung in a pan- 
ther-like dance of their 
own, and the measure, 
and their own fierce 
singing and calling, 
maddened them until 
two of their number, 
their eyes staring, their 
faces working, went 
into fits of berserker 
frenzy, and were dis¬ 
armed at once to pre¬ 
vent mischief. Some 
of the tribesmen held 
wilder dances still in 
the evening, by the 
light of fires that 
blazed in a grove 
where their thatched 
huts stood. 
The second day 
after reaching Neri 
the clouds lifted and 
we dried our damp 
clothes and blankets. 
Through the bright 
sunlight we saw in 
front of us the high 
rock peaks of Kenia, and shining among 
them the fields of everlasting snow which 
feed her glaciers; for beautiful, lofty Kenia 
is one of the glacier-bearing mountains 
of the equator. Here Kermit and Tarlton 
went northward on a safari of their own, 
while Cuninghame, Heller, and I headed for 
Kenia itself. For two days we travelled 
through a well-peopled country. The fields 
of corn—always called mealies in Africa 
—of beans, and sweet potatoes, with oc¬ 
casional plantations of bananas, touched 
one another in almost uninterrupted suc¬ 
cession. In most of them we saw the 
Kikuyu women at work with their native 
hoes; for among the Kikuyus, as among 
other savages, the woman is the drudge 
and beast of burden. Our trail led by 
clear, rushing streams, which formed the 
head-waters of the Tana; among the trees 
fringing their banks were graceful palms, 
and there were groves of tree ferns here and 
there on the sides of the gorges. 
On the afternoon of the second day 
we struck upward among the steep foot¬ 
hills of the mountain, riven by deep 
ravines. We pitched camp in an open 
glade, surrounded by the green wall of 
