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)
The country was now getting very nasty. We could see low ranges of
steep hills ahead that promised to be very inconvenient. At dusk we
ascended the outlying spurs, finding it very hard work, and soon after
we camped for the night. I shot a congoni during the afternoon, which
kept us in fresh meat for a day or two. That the estimate we had formed
of the natural difficulties to be encountered was a correct one, we
had many opportunities of verifying during the next two days. It was a
perfectly horrible piece of country. It seemed to be a collection of
rocky hills thrown down just anyhow, without the slightest regard for
order. Long coarse grass and rank vegetation did their very best to
impede our progress. We were retarded every half mile or so by steep
descents, down which we toiled slowly and painfully, only to find a
roaring rushing torrent at the bottom, that needed the most careful
negotiation. Our poor donkeys suffered very much by the constant
loading and unloading of their burdens, rendered necessary in order to
cross some particularly obnoxious ravine, while the men’s patience was
severely tried.
In the early morning it was still worse, as the dense undergrowth
was then soaked through with the heavy dew, which descended on us in
icy showers as we forced our way through, thus adding to our other
miseries. There was no game to speak of. I shot one solitary congoni at
our first camp in this uninhabited wilderness, and on the same day we
inadvertently walked on to a sleeping rhinoceros, which livened things
up a little.
El Hakim was riding at the head of the safari, and George, on the other
mule, was close behind him. I was walking a few yards behind George.
Suddenly I saw El Hakim stiffen in his seat and kick his feet free
of the stirrup-irons; a fraction of a second later he was out of the
saddle and behind a bush, while George emulated his example with a
promptitude that could only have been rendered possible by the most
urgent necessity, George being, as a rule, extremely deliberate in his
movements, as befits a heavy man. At the same instant, with a rush and
a snort, a large black rhinoceros galloped blindly at us. I took up an
unobtrusive position behind an adjacent tree, with as little delay as
possible consistent with my dignity, and the rhinoceros rushed past and
disappeared. It appeared annoyed at being disturbed.
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