formal garden, with a sundial, gravelled walks, bordered flower
beds, and clipped border hedges. One night she heard a noise

outside. Slipping on a warm wrap and seizing her trusty revolver
she stole out on the veranda to investigate. She looked over the

veranda rail. There just below her, trampling the flower beds,
tracking the gravel walks, endangering the sundial, stood a

hippopotamus!
We had neighbours six or seven miles away. At times they came

down to spend the night and luxuriate in the comforts of
civilization. They were a Lady A., and her nephew, and a young

Scotch acquaintance the nephew had taken into partnership" target="_blank" title="n.合伙关系">partnership. They
had built themselves circular houses of papyrus reeds with

conical thatched roofs and earth floors, had purchased ox teams
and gathered a dozen or so Kikuyus, and were engaged in breaking

a farm in the wilderness. The life was rough and hard, and Lady
A. and her nephewgently bred, but they seemed to be having quite

cheerfully the time of their lives. The game furnished them meat,
as it did all of us, and they hoped in time that their labours

would make the land valuable and productive. Fascinating as was
the life, it was also one of many deprivations. At Juja were a

number of old copies of Life, the pretty girls in which so
fascinated the young men that we broke the laws of propriety by

presenting them, though they did not belong to us. C., the
nephew, was of the finest type of young Englishman, clean cut,

enthusiastic, good looking, with an air of engaging vitality and
optimism. His partner, of his own age, was an insufferable youth.

Brought up in some small Scottish valley, his outlook had never
widened. Because he wanted to buy four oxen at a cheaper price,

he tried desperately to abrogate quarantine regulations. If he
had succeeded, he would have made a few rupees, but would have

introduced disease in his neighbours' herds. This consideration
did not affect him. He was much given to sneering at what he

could not understand; and therefore, a great deal met with his
disapproval. His reading had evidently brought him down only to

about the middle sixties; and affairs at that date were to him
still burning questions. Thus he would declaim vehemently over

the Alabama claims.
"I blush with shame," he would cry, "when I think of England's

attitude in that matter."
We pointed out that the dispute had been amicably settled by the

best minds of the time, had passed between the covers of history,
and had given way in immediate importance to several later

topics.
"This vacillating policy," he swept on, "annoys me. For my part,

I should like to see so firm a stand taken on all questions that
in any part of the world, whenever a man, and wherever a man,

said 'I am an Englishman? everybody else would draw back!'"
He was an incredible person. However, I was glad to see him; he

and a few others of his kind have consoled me for a number of
Americans I have met abroad. Lady A., with the tolerant

philosophy of her class, seemed merely amused. I have often since
wondered how this ill-assorted partnership" target="_blank" title="n.合伙关系">partnership turned out.

Two other neighbours of ours dropped in once or twice-twenty-six
miles on bicycles, on which they could ride only a portion of the

distance. They had some sort of a ranch up in the Ithanga Hills;
and were two of the nicest fellows one would want to meet,

brimful of energy, game for anything, and had so good a time
always that the grumpiest fever could not prevent every one else

having a good time too. Once they rode on their bicycles forty
miles to Nairobi, danced half the night at a Government House

ball, rode back in the early morning, and did an afternoon's
plowing! They explained this feat by pointing out most

convincingly that the ground was just right for plowing, but they
did not want to miss the ball!

Occasionally a trim and dapper police official would drift in on
horseback looking for native criminals; and once a safari came

by. Twelve miles away was the famous Kamiti Farm of Heatly, where
Roosevelt killed his buffalo; and once or twice Heatly himself, a

fine chap, came to see us. Also just before I left with Duirs for
a lion hunt on Kapiti, Lady Girouard, wife of the Governor, and

her nephew and niece rode out for a hunt. In the African fashion,
all these people brought their own personal servants. It makes

entertaining easy. Nobody knows where all these boys sleep; but
they manage to tuck away somewhere, and always show up after a

mysterious system of their own whenever there is anything to be
done.

We stayed at Juja a little over three weeks. Then most
reluctantly said farewell and returned to Nairobi in preparation

for a long trip to the south.
XXIX. CHAPTER THE LAST

With our return from Juja to Nairobi for a breathing space, this
volume comes to a logicalconclusion. In it I have tried to give

a fairly comprehensive impression-it could hardly be a picture
of so large a subject-of a portion of East Equatorial Africa,

its animals, and its people. Those who are sufficiently
interested will have an opportunity in a succeeding volume of

wandering with us even farther afield. The low jungly coast
region; the fierce desert of the Serengetti; the swift sullen

rhinoceros-haunted stretches of the Tsavo; Nairobi, the strangest
mixture of the twentieth centuries A.D. and B.C.; Mombasa with

its wild, barbaric passionate ebb and flow of life, of colour, of
throbbing sound, the great lions of the Kapiti Plains, the Thirst

of the Loieta, the Masai spearmen, the long chase for the greater
kudu; the wonderful, high unknown country beyond the Narossara

and other affairs will there be detailed. If the reader of this
volume happens to want more, there he will find it.

APPENDIX I
Most people are very much interested in how hot it gets in such

tropics as we traversed. Unfortunately it is very difficult to
tell them. Temperature tables have very little to do with the

matter, for humidity varies greatly. On the Serengetti at lower
reaches of the Guaso Nyero I have seen it above 110 degrees. It

was hot, to be sure, but not exhaustingly so. On the other hand,
at 90 or 95 degrees the low coast belt I have had the sweat run

from me literally in streams; so that a muddy spot formed
wherever I stood still. In the highlands, moreover, the nights

were often extremely" target="_blank" title="ad.极端地；非常地">extremely cold. I have recorded night temperatures as
low as 40 at 7000 feet of elevation; and noon temperatures as low

65.
Of more importance than the actual or sensible temperature of the

air is the power of the sun's rays. At all times of year this is
practically constant; for the orb merely swings a few degrees

north and south of the equator, and the extreme difference in
time between its risings or settings is not more than twenty minutes.

This power is also practically constantwhatever the temperature
of the air and is dangerous even on a cloudy day, when the heat

waves are effectually screened off, but when the actinic rays are
as active as ever. For this reason the protection of helmet and

spine pad should never be omitted, no matter what the condition
of the weather, between nine o'clock and four. A very brief

exposure is likely to prove fatal. It should be added that some
people stand these actinic rays better than others.

Such being the case, mere temperature tables could have little
interest to the general reader. I append a few statistics,

selected from many, and illustrative of the different conditions.
Locality. Elevation 6am noon 8pm Apparent conditions

Coast --- 80 90 76 Very hot and sticky
Isiola River 2900 65 94 84 Hot but not exhausting

Tans River 3350 68 98 79 Hot but not exhausting
Near Meru 5450 62 80 70 Very pleasant

Serengetti Plains 2200 78 106 86 Hot and humid
Narossara River 5450 54 89 69 Very pleasant

Narossara Mts. 7400 42 80 50 Chilly