ABSTRACT
The Bravest native hunters in Kenya will tremble at the name of the chemosit. Men who are not afraid to meet a lion with no weapon but a spear, turn back at once if they come upon its footprints. It is said that no one who has heard its hideous cry ever forgets it. But if you ask a settler, whether he be game-warden or professional zoologist, about this nightmarish creature, he will give you nothing but vague theories, a frank denial or a sceptical shrug of the shoulders. Yet it would need a whole book to detail all the tales told by whites and negroes in British East Africa and the neighbouring part of the Belgian Congo about a sort of large ‘bear’ of unparalleled ferocity. The British call it Nandi bear, from the name of the people in whose territory it is chiefly found.
