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 — John Shaqi
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)
I grew more than a little anxious about the donkeys, as I was afraid
they would lose heart and let themselves drown. Donkeys are like that
sometimes when they are in difficulties. I clung to the ears of my
two, and held their heads above water by main force. I got cold and
chilled, while thoughts of crocodiles _would_ come into my head. Once a
submerged log drifted past beneath the surface, and in passing grazed
my thigh. I turned actually sick with apprehension, but it went on with
the current, and left me shivering as with ague. I ordered some of
the men to get into the river and swim down to me, and presently they
arrived. I immediately felt much better, as I reflected that my chances
of being seized were now considerably lessened.
When I had got half a dozen men down, we took the donkeys by the ears
and tails, and half towed, half pushed them up-stream against the
current, and successfully landed them, though certainly they were more
dead than alive.
I found that El Hakim and George had got the tents up, and that dinner
was being prepared by the indefatigable Ramathani. I dried myself,
and, putting on some clothing, went out in search of something edible
in the way of meat. I saw no antelope, but I made a good shot with the
·303 at an adjutant stork (_Leptoptilus marabou_). The tail feathers,
the Marabout feathers of commerce, were magnificent. This bird is a
carrion-eater, and consorts with the vultures, so it was therefore not
suitable for the pot. I cut off the large bag attached to the throat,
in order to make a tobacco-pouch of it, but the dog sneaked it and, I
believe, devoured it.
We sat down to dinner in the moonlight, all three of us thoroughly
tired out, but pleased at having conquered the formidable Athi. Now, I
had in my possession a box of particularly atrocious cigars, which I
had bought in a hurry on the day we left Nairobi as a surprise for El
Hakim and George. They were somebody’s “Morning whiffs.” As far as the
others were concerned, the surprise was complete, but they surprised me
also, though I was half expecting something out of the common.
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