A Chair Is a Sure Sign of Rank] Nevertheless we started and brilliantly blundered into some most diverting adventures.
The first day's march after crossing the Nzoia River was through scrub country and what we considered high grass.

The next day we struck _real_ high grass! It was so deep that we had to burrow through it.

Only the helmets of those on horseback marked where the caravan was passing.

The long line of porters carrying their burdens were buried from view.

It was a terrible place to meet a rhino and perhaps for that very reason we promptly proceeded to meet one.
We were riding ahead, followed by the cook and the tent boys, and behind them was the long string of a hundred or more porters, askaris, _totos_, and so forth.