MY FIRST SETTLEMENT ON KILIMA-NJAR 0. 121 
ti.on, my wearying tramp over wold and fell, sharp 
rocks and scorching sand, was at an end, and I was 
free to rest with the satisfaction of finding that my 
brightest anticipations of Kilima-njaro scenery were 
realized. ~No more desperate marches after water, 
only to find it hidden away in the crevices of lofty hills. 
There, alongside of me, in front of me, as I sat in my 
deck-chair on the broad brow of the hill, swirled the 
water in its artificial channel, brought by man’s patient 
ingenuity to keep ns company in our eyrie. A little 
way off me lay my men, their work for the day con¬ 
cluded. They had with happy abandonment thrown 
themselves down on the sweet turf, lying half som¬ 
nolent in fragrant beds of mint and clover, crushing 
with their dead weight many a delicate ground-orchid 
or purple-red dissotis. The tent had been pitched, and 
the cook’s fire was send¬ 
ing up a little column 
of smoke, which stood 
out bluish-white against 
the green background 
of the rising hillside. A 
goat and kid, a cow and 
calf, presents from Man- 
dara, munched peace¬ 
fully the rank grass 
round the bushes, but 
save for the occasional 
smothered tearing noise 
they made when crop¬ 
ping the herbage, and except the desultory conver¬ 
sation between the two cooks, no sound broke the 
dreamy silence. By a thoughtful order of Mandara’s, 
no native was allowed to visit my encampment the first 
Fio\ 28.—Head and Shoulders of our Cow. 
