7° 
EAST AFRICA AND ITS BIG GAME. 
AVamoci, a tribe occupying the S.E. slopes of Kilima¬ 
njaro. On sighting us, the man in charge sent most 
of his convoy a distance of some 500 yards off the 
track, where we could just see their heads as they 
crouched in the grass, while he advanced cautiously 
with two or three followers to see whether we were 
friends or foes. 
Soon after passing them we sighted Mount Kilima¬ 
njaro, and could make out its huge base stretching 
from N.E. to S.W., and the jagged summit of the 
eastern peak Kimawenzi in addition to the flat snow¬ 
capped top of the west peak Iviho, which poked its 
head just above the dense clouds that enveloped the 
remainder of the mountain. 
At 6 p.m. we halted to allow the caravan to close up 
before dark, as by then we should be on one of the 
Masai tracks, and it was wise to be on the safe side, 
and keep well together in case we should happen to 
fall in with a war party. Just as we were thinking 
about halting, we heard firing and shouting some two 
miles in our rear, which caused no little excitement 
among the few men who had kept up with us, and 
they declared the caravan was being attacked. Shar¬ 
ing to some extent their suspicions, we rushed back 
with our rifles, as hard as we could go‘ followed by the 
men who at once dropped their loads; while my 
black beauty of a servant, who stuck close behind me, 
brandished, in a great state of ecstasy, my loaded 
revolver, exclaiming, as he ran, “ O'cst la guerre, mous- 
sou; oui, cost la guerre ! ” 
