
 
		ing  we  reached  the  Guaso  Nyiro  at  a  point  where  it  
 flows  from  the  Leikipia  plateau.  There  I  rested  two  
 days,  and  nursed  my  fever,  while  Lieutenant  von  
 Hohnel  and  most  of  the  men  pushed  on  to  Sayer.  
 While  I  was  encamped  on  the  banks  of  the  river,  a  
 party  of  Wanderobbo  appeared  on  the  opposite  bank  
 and  begged  for  food;  but  as  they  were  unwilling  to  
 cross  the  river  for  it,  they  received  none.  They  said  
 that  they  were  and  had  for  many  days  been  starving;  
 and  that  they  had  with  them  plenty  of  ivory,  which  
 they  were  anxious  to  exchange  for  beans  and  flour.  
 They  told  me  that  there  was  a  large  force  of  Masai  
 settled  at  a  place  called  Kythere,  who  were  possessed  
 of  vast  flocks  of  goats  and  sheep,  and  many  donkeys. 
 On  Tuesday,  August  8,  still  suffering  from  fever,  I  
 was  borne  in  a  hammock  to  Sayer,  where  I  found  
 Lieutenant  von  Hohnel  and  the  rest  of  my  men.  
 The  camp  was  surrounded  by  more  than  fifty  Wanderobbo, 
   drawn  thither  by  the  fact  that  on  the  previous  
 day  Lieutenant  von  Hohnel  had  killed  two  fine  
 elephants,  the  tusks  of  the  one  weighing  eighty-four  
 and  eighty  pounds,  and  of  the  other,  fifty  and  fifty-  
 eight  pounds.  The Wanderobbo  were  absolutely  starving, 
   and  had  not  Lieutenant  von  Hohnel  succeeded  
 in  killing  these  beasts,  many  of  them  would  certainly  
 have  died.  The  country  was  literally  alive  with  elephants; 
   but  these  natives,  fearing  to  spear  them,  trusted  
 entirely  to  their  traps,  which  the  sagacity  of  the  elephant  
 frequently  enabled  him  to  avoid. 
 These  traps  were  made  by  placing  across  one  of  the  
 elephant paths  a  rope which was  attached  to  a weighted  
 spear  hung  high  overhead  from  the  branch  of  a  tree. 
 The  rope,  upon  contact with  the  elephant s  leg,  breaks,  
 and  down  comes  the  spear.  This  is  not  often  fatal.  
 The  spear  is  thickly  smeared  with  poison,  and  is  so  
 hung  that,  when  it  drops,  it  will  strike  the  elephant 
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 just  behind  the  shoulders.  All  the  natives  of  East  
 Africa  who  use  poisoned  arrows  or  spears  in  the  pursuit  
 of  game,  do  not  for  a  moment  hesitate  to  eat  the  
 flesh  of  the  animals  thus  poisoned;  they  are  careful,  
 however,  to  avoid  that  portion  of  the  flesh  immediately  
 surrounding  the  wound.