Our first camp was on the Athi Plains, near Nairobi; our second at Nairobi Falls, where the river plunges down a sixty-foot drop in a spot of great beauty.

Our third camp was on the Induruga River, in a beautiful but malarious spot; our fifth was on the Thika Thika River, where it was so cold in the morning that the vapor of our breathing was visible; and our sixth on a wind-blown hill where a whirlwind blew down our mess tent and scattered the cook's fire until the whole grass veldt was in furious flames.

It took a hundred men an hour to put out the flames.
Our next camp was at Fort Hall, where a poisonous snake came into my tent while I was working.

It crawled under my chair and was by my feet when I saw it.

It was chased out and killed in the grass near my tent, and a porter cut out the fangs to show me.