. South of Suez. rd night after leaving the foot ofthe Escarpment, we reached the edge of theforest and came out upon the trail from Ufiomewhich skirts the Massai Steppe and leads pastLol Kissale. The asharis, setting foot on thisroad, were jubilant; they laughed and chatteredand made up rude songs about it. This seemedto annoy the hilongozi intensely. He becameshy and silent and excessively nervous, mutter-ing to himself and casting appeahng glancesbackward. I couldnt understand this at all until sud-denly towards evening he gave a low squeal,seized me by the arm, and dragged me to oneside of
. South of Suez. rd night after leaving the foot ofthe Escarpment, we reached the edge of theforest and came out upon the trail from Ufiomewhich skirts the Massai Steppe and leads pastLol Kissale. The asharis, setting foot on thisroad, were jubilant; they laughed and chatteredand made up rude songs about it. This seemedto annoy the hilongozi intensely. He becameshy and silent and excessively nervous, mutter-ing to himself and casting appeahng glancesbackward. I couldnt understand this at all until sud-denly towards evening he gave a low squeal,seized me by the arm, and dragged me to oneside of the trail, his beady eyes fixed intentlyon something across the veldt—a wisp of smoke. Master, the Massai! In a flash I understood. For me, the ribbonof dust winding away meant friends at the could envision vast, bellowing ships, screaminglocomotives, and electric Hghts that blink thestars out of countenance; but for the hilongozi,all was dark. For him every forward step [230] tr. i^K>-*-.! i^ ^. ?^
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