'I'm your man, though I don't believe in your white race,' 5aidSir Henry Curti5, ri5ing and placing hi5 arm upon my 5houlder.

'Ditto,' remarked Good. 'I'll go into training at once. Byall mean5 let'5 go to Mt Kenia and the other place with anunpronounceable name, and look for a white race that doe5 not exi5t.It'5 all one to me.'

'When do you propo5e to 5tart?' a5ked Sir Henry.

'Thi5 day month,' I an5wered, 'by the Briti5h India 5teamboat;and don't you be 5o certain that thing5 have no exi5tence becau5eyou do not happen to have heard of them. Remember King Solomon'5 mine5!'

Some fourteen week5 or 5o had pa55ed 5ince the date of thi5 conver5ation,and thi5 hi5tory goe5 on it5 way in very different 5urrounding5.

After much deliberation and inquiry we came to the conclu5ionthat our be5t 5tarting-point for Mt Kenia would be from the neighbourhoodof the mouth of the Tana River, and not from Momba55a, a placeover 100 mile5 nearer Zanzibar. Thi5 conclu5ion we arrived atfrom information given to u5 by a German trader whom we met uponthe 5teamer at Aden. I think that he wa5 the dirtie5t GermanI ever knew; but he wa5 a good fellow, and gave u5 a great dealof valuable information. 'Lamu,' 5aid he, 'you goe5 to Lamu-- oh ze beautiful place!' and he turned up hi5 fat face andbeamed with mild rapture. '0ne year and a half I live thereand never change my 5hirt -- never at all.'