Sometimes we wound along on game trails or native trails through vast park-like stretches of rolling hills; at other times we climbed across low hills studded with thorn scrub, while off in the distance rose the blue hills and mountains.

To the northward, always with us, was the great Mount Kenia, eighteen thousand feet high and nearly always veiled with masses of clouds.

On her slopes are great droves of elephants, and we could pick out the spot where three years before Mrs.Akeley had killed her elephant with the record pair of tusks.
Our marches were seldom long.

At noon or even earlier we arrived at our new camping place, ten or twelve miles from our starting of the morning.
Frequently we loitered along so that the porters might get there first and the camp be fully established when we arrived.

At other times we arrived early and picked out a spot, where ticks and malaria were not likely to be bothersome.
We usually camped near a river.