The Land of Footprints

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Stewart Edward White. The Land of Footprints

The Land of Footprints

Table of Contents

I. ON BOOKS OF ADVENTURE

II. AFRICA

III. THE CENTRAL PLATEAU

IV. THE FIRST CAMP

V. MEMBA SASA

VI. THE FIRST GAME CAMP

VII. ON THE MARCH

VIII. THE RIVER JUNGLE

IX. THE FIRST LION

X. LIONS

XI. LIONS AGAIN

XII. MORE LIONS

XIII. ON THE MANAGING OF A SAFARI

XIV. A DAY ON THE ISIOLA

XV. THE LION DANCE

XVI. FUNDI

XVII. NATIVES

XVIII. IN THE JUNGLE

XIX. THE TANA RIVER

XX. DIVERS ADVENTURES ALONG THE TANA

XXI. THE RHINOCEROS

XXII. THE RHINOCEROS-(continued)

XXIII. THE HIPPO POOL

XXIV. BUFFALO

XXV. THE BUFFALO-continued

XXVI. JUJA

XXVII. A VISIT AT JUJA

XXVIII. A RESIDENCE AT JUJA

XXIX. CHAPTER THE LAST

APPENDIX I

APPENDIX II

GAME ANIMALS COLLECTED

APPENDIX III

APPENDIX IV. THE AMERICAN IN AFRICA

IN WHICH HE APPEARS AS DIFFERENT FROM THE ENGLISHMAN

APPENDIX V. THE AMERICAN IN AFRICA

WHAT HE SHOULD TAKE

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Stewart Edward White

Published by Good Press, 2019

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We set out through the heat shimmer, gradually rising as the plain slanted. Imperceptibly the camp and the trees marking the river's course fell below us and into the heat haze. In the distance, close to the stream, we made out a blurred, brown-red solid mass which we knew for Masai cattle. Various little Thompson's gazelles skipped away to the left waggling their tails vigorously and continuously as Nature long since commanded “Tommies” to do. The heat haze steadied around the dim white line, so we could make out the individual animals. There were plenty of them, dozing in the sun. A single tiny treelet broke the plain just at the skyline of the rise. C. and I talked low-voiced as we went along. We agreed that the tree was an excellent landmark to come to, that the little rise afforded proper cover, and that in the morning the wind would in all likelihood blow toward the river. There were perhaps twenty zebra near enough to the chosen spot. Any of them would do.

But the zebra did not give a hoot for Scallywattamus. At five hundred yards three or four of them awoke with a start, stared at us a minute, and moved slowly away. They told all the zebra they happened upon that the three idiots approaching were at once uninteresting and dangerous. At four hundred and fifty yards a half dozen more made off at a trot. At three hundred and fifty yards the rest plunged away at a canter-all but one. He remained to stare, but his tail was up, and we knew he only stayed because he knew he could easily catch up in the next twenty seconds.

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