some 340 miles from Mombasa, and has made very good progress. It has, however, a very uphill work in hand with Masai and Wakikuyu, who, though very intelligent, are yet very low down in the scale of humanity. They never wash, I believe, merely smearing on more fat and earth when the shine wears off, much the same as one varnishes a stove grate.
A few miles more brings us to the Kikuyu Escarpment, a quick drop of 500 feet, and then comes a welcome change. We are in Lakeland, and pass in succession Naivasha, Elmenteita, and Nakuru within a few hours, and each quite of a different character.
Here, again, game abounds, but not so near the railway. The Masai herds of cattle occupy their place on the vast plains.
Then comes the Mau. If one can imagine a combination of Chatsworth, Matlock, and Staines, with magnificent forest scenery ad
