Our life in Taveta was of a truly gipsy kind, but it was not altogether unpleasant. By day I was sur­ rounded by people of all kinds, who came to see me, and with whom I had some interesting intercourse. A t sunset the people returned to their homes, leaving us to spend our evenings in our own way. The presence of the Wasuahili made our camp a large, sometimes lively, and occasionally a very noisy one. Generally speaking, several hours were spent in chat and story-telling, which was all very novel and some­ times highly amusing to me. Our camp at night made up a strange scene. Fifty fires, each surrounded by a group of savages, shimmering upon the ground ; many dark, ill-defined figures moving hither and

dwell.