For a day or two I looked before putting on my shoes, but after that I ceased to think of it.
After that time our camps were along the Tana River, in a beautiful country thronged with game, but, unhappily, a district into which comparatively few hunters come on account of the fever that is said to prevail there.

We were obliged to leave our mules at Fort Hall because it was considered certain death to them if we took them into this fly belt.
When the porters arrive at a camping place a good spot is picked out for our four tents and mess tent, the cook tent is located, and in a short time the camp is ready.

In my tent the cot is spread, with blankets airing; the mosquito net is up, the table is ready, with toilet articles, books and cigars laid out.

The three tin uniform cases are in their places, my cameras are in their places, as are also the guns and lanterns.

A floor cloth covers the ground and a long easy chair is ready for occupancy.