An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribesArkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
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An ivory trader in North Kenia : $b the record of an expedition through Kikuyu to Galla-land in east equatorial Africa; with an account of the Rendili and Burkeneji tribes
Arkell-Hardwick, A. (Alfred)
Africa, East -- Description and travel; Ethnology -- Africa, East; Rendille (African people); Samburu (African people)
Afterwards we despatched the two or three men who had accompanied us
on the backward track, to communicate the joyful news to the rest of
the safari, and to relieve of their burdens those on whom the long and
arduous march had had most effect. In the course of an hour or so some
of the men began to arrive in twos and threes. The others, we found,
were not far behind, so we went on, and in another half-hour reached
the river.
Whether it was the contrast to what we had just undergone or not, the
river appeared to us to be as near an approach to Paradise as it is
possible to get in this world. The swift water rushing past, here over
rocks in miniature cataracts, and there over smooth gravel beds, gave
forth a musical murmur in the highest degree conducive to slumber.
As our tents, eatables, and, indeed, all our personal equipment were
somewhere behind, halfway between the river and the “cinder-heap,” we
slumbered accordingly under the grateful shade of the palms.
A curious fact which I have often noticed on a long and fatiguing march
is that, as in this instance, when the first of one’s men get into
camp, they are invariably the men who are carrying the loads of trade
goods, the cloth, or, unkindest cut of all, the cooking utensils!
Towards evening the rest of the safari staggered in, some of the
men having been twelve hours on the road. One man had fallen from
exhaustion and died on that awful “cinder-heap,” his load having been
brought on by Jumbi. We had made, I suppose, about six miles in a
bee line from our last camp, though how much ground we had actually
covered in our laborious march it is difficult to say.
At the conclusion of our breakfast-dinner-supper we turned in,
thoroughly tired out; but, as it happened, we were destined not to
enjoy a quiet night’s repose. First Ramathani came into the tent; he
held an egg in his hand—a guinea-fowl’s egg.
“The men found this, Bwana,” said he.
Now, I fancied an egg very much, so I awakened George. “I’ll go halves
with you,” said I, when I had induced sufficient wakefulness in him to
understand what I was saying.
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