So we start off, usually walking the first hour or two, with gunbearers and saises and mules trailing along behind.

Soon afterward we look back to see the long procession of porters following along in single file.

Our tent boys carry our third rifle, and behind them all comes the head-man, ready to spur on any lagging porters.
[Drawing: _Our Safari on the March_] The early morning hours are bright and cool, but along about nine o'clock the equatorial sun begins to beat down upon our heavy sun helmets and our red-lined and padded spine protectors.

But it is seldom hot for long.

A cloud passes across the sun and instantly everything is cooled.