Some one claimed to have heard a lion out from Fort Hall early in the morning, but I more than half suspect it was one of our porters who reverberates when he sleeps.

From Fort Hall we crossed the Tana and made three marches down the river.

Rhinos were everywhere jumping out from behind bushes when least expected and in many ways behaving in a most diverting way.

For a time we forgot lions while dodging rhinos.

There were dozens of them in the thick, low scrub, with now and then a bunch of eland, or a herd of waterbuck, or a few hundred of the ubiquitous kongoni.
We camped in a beautiful spot down on the Tana.