Fairly comfortable. Broke camp and marched to Fort 
Embo—three hours. Caravan crossed the Rupengazi near April 5th 
camp. I started ahead on foot, with my shikari, walking to 
Embo via another route. 
Learmonth is feeling seedy and unable to walk. 
Shortly after arrival at the fort, Kutu, a Kikuyu chief, en¬ 
tered the same, escorted by four companies, of one hundred 
warriors each; all in full regalia, bodies greased, heads and 
necks smeared with red clay; head dress of aigrettes and 
maribou feathers; swords, belts, beads, leg-bells and spears. 
Each company, as it marched, chanted a battle-song and 
whirled the spears in unison, at each step;—a most remark¬ 
able sight, this. Kutu, we learn, gets six hundred Pounds 
a year from the government. 
He and I exchanged presents; I receiving a sword and 
belt, two shields and knob-kerrie,* for a pair of gloves and 
two bracelets. 
Lunched with the Collector. He and Captain Grimshaw 
dined with us. 
Day’s bag: Learmonth—One bush buck. 
Hot. En route Embo to Fort Hall; marching a little over April 6th 
half the distance before making camp. 
* Note.—Knob-kerrie—usually a short club, weighted at the upper, rounded end. 
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