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posed to have its home somewhere up in this direction, and I have a mind to see if there is any truth in them. If you fellows like to come, well and good; if not, I'll go alone." " I'm your man, though I don't believe in your white race," said Sir Henry Curtis, rising and placing his arm upon my shoulder. " Ditto," remarked Good ; " I'll go into training at once. By all means let's go to Mt. Kenia and the other place with an unpronounceable name, and look for a white race that does not exist. It's all one to me." " When do you propose to start?" asked Sir Henry. " This day month," I answered, " by the British India steamboat ; and don't you be so certain that things don't exist because you do not happen to have heard of them. Remember King Solomon's Mines." Some fourteen weeks or so had passed since the date of this conversation, and this history goes on its way in very different surroundings. After much deliberation and inquiry we came to the conclusion that our best starting-point for Mt. Kenia would be from the neighborhood of the mouth of the Tana River, and not from Mombasa, a place over one hundred miles nearer Zanzibar. This conclusion we arrived at from information given to us by a German trader whom we met upon the steamer at Aden. I think that he was the dirtiest German I ever knew ; but he was a good fellow, and gave us a great deal of valuable information. " Lamu," said he, "you goes to Lamuoh ze beautiful place !" and he turned up his fat face and beamed with mild rapture. " One year and a half I live there and never change my shirt never at all." And so it came to pass that on arriving at the island we disembarked with all our goods and chattels, and not knowing whereto go, marched boldly up to the house of her Majesty's consul, where we were ...
