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)
After we had left the river a few miles behind, we were confronted by
another wretched papyrus swamp. Yesterday’s experience was repeated, a
road having to be constructed in precisely the same manner. It was not
finished till sunset, so we camped for the night. It rained hard in the
evening, and during the night the mosquitos drove us nearly frantic.
The next morning we crossed the swamp. It was rather deeper than the
other, and we had to strip to the “altogether” in order to get across;
the reeds often giving way under our weight, letting us down with a
splash into the ice-cold, dirty water. We got across, however, without
any serious mishap, and resuming our clothing we again went on.
Three quarters of an hour later we struck yet another swamp. Off came
our clothes once more, and we waded it breast deep. The water was
very cold, and unspeakably stagnant and filthy. It took us an hour to
get across. Half an hour’s march further on, another swamp appeared.
Once more we had to strip and wade. This one was not so cold, as the
sun was by this time well up, and moreover the water was cleaner; but
there were a lot of horrible flies, like horseflies, which bit most
ferociously, and attacked every unprotected portion of our anatomy,
drawing blood at every bite. However, that was the last of the swamps,
and by four o’clock in the afternoon we reached our old camp near
Kriger’s farm, only seven miles from Nairobi.
We camped for the night, and the following morning George and I started
for Nairobi. We left El Hakim in camp, as he wished to go over and
see Kriger during the morning. George and myself, with the bulk of
the men, therefore started on our seven-mile tramp. On the way we
critically examined each other, and a more ragged pair of scarecrows
one would not wish to see. The sole of one of my boots had parted
from the upper and flapped as I walked, while George lacked a sole
altogether on his left boot, and was walking on his sock, which soon
wore through, causing him so much inconvenience as to materially impede
our progress.
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