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as they switched them to and fro. As we were to 
lunch here I left the part of the stream where the 
elephants had trampled the banks and sullied the water, 
and crept through the bushes to a charming secluded 
bend of the rivulet, where, seated in deepest shade, 
I could gaze at a vista of sunlit vegetation beyond. 
Fig. 45.—The Mkuyuni Stream. 
Having rested here, we marched on to the Mto wa 
Habari, another old camping-place (see Chapter IV.), 
and the next morning entered the glorious forests of 
Taveita. Here we found the Swahili town a mere 
waste and open place strewn with ashes. The Wa- 
