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TILE KILIMANJARO EXEEEITION. 
I put this plan into operation, but its first results 
were not encouraging. About every half-hour the 
Eabai men would put clown their burdens and com¬ 
pose themselves for a nap in the shade. As these 
intermittent siestas greatly deranged the uniform 
progress of the caravan, I objected, preferring to rest 
unanimously every two hours, but walk uninterruptedly 
whilst on the march. As the Eabai men were, how¬ 
ever, of a different opinion, I now began to meet at 
every turn of the path a man’s load without a man, 
and on inquiry was told that its whilom bearer had 
decamped into the bush. Last of all I counted nearly 
a dozen of such abandoned burdens, and sat down 
desperate by the wayside, not knowing what course to 
pursue. However, my Zanzibar men stood by me like 
trumps, and many of them carried extra loads, and so 
brought all the things to our next camping-place at 
Ziwani. 
Here we arrived at about dusk, although there 
was scarcely any ending to the daylight, for we were 
favoured with a brilliant moon. I now was able 
to review my men and rearrange the loads so that all 
the things might be carried on the morrow. I retired 
at last to my tent, thoroughly exhausted, both with 
physical fatigue and mental anxiety. Throwing my¬ 
self, or rather involuntarily tumbling, on my bed, I 
felt I was fainting, and just roused my energies suffi¬ 
ciently to ask my servant to open my wine-case and 
get me out some champagne. When a bottle of Meet 
and Chandon had been uncorked, and a tumblerful 
(alas for the delicate champagne-glass, I had it not!) 
drunk, an effect as magical as that of the cc hashish 55 
given by the Sheikh of the Mountain to his deluded 
followers was produced. Before the foaming draught 
