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Title: A naturalist in Mid-Africa: being an account of a journey to the Mountains of the Moon and Tanganyika
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Elliot, G. F. Scott (George Francis Scott), 1862-1934
Subjects: Natural history
Publisher: London A.D. Innes & Co.
Contributing Library: Field Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: The Field Museum's Africa Council

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the pleasure of meeting hismother, who was going down to the Salt lakeon some mysterious mission, accompanied by amost truculent-looking set of warriors. Bothare of nearly pure Wahima race, and from myexperience of them, both are cowardly and un-trustworthy, though not lacking in cleverness. A considerable amount of state is observed byboth. They are constantly followed about by acrowd of dissipated courtiers, chiefly boys andyoung men. It is very funny to see the mannerin which these hangers-on pretend to be des-perately fond of the king and his mother, nest-ling up to their feet with little cries of joy andseizing their hands ; but I fancy it is not aperfect love that is without fear. I had the excitement of a lion hunt at Kasa-gamas. These animals hide near the nativeplantations and pounce on any woman who isworking by herself. One morning a great crowdcame rushing to me to say that one had seizeda woman. I rushed, with some of my men, tothe spot and found her remains in some long
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cH o ■< EH 03 <1 O CO o 00 VALLEYS ON RUWENZORI. 89 elephant grass. It was a nasty place, and whilegoing slowly through it, I just caught a glimpseof a lioness and four cubs disappearing. It wasfar too much of a snapshot to fire, and I gotsome natives to track, and spent four hoursmarching through a swamp by the road theywere said to have gone. We were supposed tohave chased them into a dense place at the end,and took our places in perfect silence and in-tense excitement while this was being drivenout, but nothing appeared except a particularlyvocal black Ibis ! From Kasagamas I also visited the charminglittle lakes of Vijongo. One of these is a perfectcone with a beautiful blue crater lake inside,and there is a row of four or five similar conesbeside it. I had another attack of fever, and told Kasa-gama I would die if I did not get up to the hills,so I at last started and set up my camp at Kivata,at about 6,615 feet, just above the Msonje river. In two days we built a nice li

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