Njaro, after exploring the upper courses of the Sabak and Tany rivers, as well as Kenia Mountain, the captain and doctor turned in a northerly direction, and after crossing the marshy Guasso-Nijiro they entered upon a vast plain, uninhabited and frequented by countless herds of antelopes. After three months of travel the men were entitled to a long rest, so Captain Glenn, discovering a small lake of wholesome brown water, ordered tents to be pitched near it and announced a ten days' stop.
During the stop the white men were occupied with hunting and arranging their geographical and scientific notes, and the negroes devoted themselves to idleness, which is always so sweet to them. Now it happened one day that Doctor Clary, shortly after he arose, when approaching the shore, observed between ten and twenty natives of Zanzibar, belonging to the caravan, gazing with upturned faces at the top of a high tree and repeating in a circle:
"Ndege? Akuna ndege? Ndege?" (A bird? Not a bird? A bird?)
The doctor was short-sighted, so he sent to his tent for a field-glass; afterwards he looked through it at the object pointed out by the negroes and great astonishment was reflected upon his countenance.
"Ask the captain to come here," he said.
Before the negroes reached him the captain appeared in front of the tent, for he was starting on an antelope-hunt.
"Look, Glenn," the doctor said, pointing with his hand upwards.
The captain, in turn, turned his face upwards, shaded his eyes with his hand, and was astonished no less than the doctor.
"A kite," he exclaimed.
"Yes, but the negroes do not fly kites. So where did it come from?"
