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knew of tlieir presence by the occasional murmur of 
voices coming from their camp, and by the blue 
curling smoke of their cooking fires, which ascended 
in gentle puffs through the network of leafy boughs. 
My portable table and camp-chair had been unfastened, 
and the former was set up on a level patch of sward 
Fig. 24.—The River Habari. 
by the waterside, and was quickly covered with a 
snowy cloth from the canteen, while my servant further 
laid it with the enamelled iron plates and knife and 
fork and napkin for my solitary meal. To pass the 
time and forget my impatient hunger whilst the repast 
was being prepared, I sat down on my camp-stool and 
made the‘rough sketch of the stream which is pre- 
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