Camera Trails in Africa [antikvár]

CAMERA TRAILS IN AFRICA JUST AFRICA I HAVE been home just four months, and as soon as I can I am going back. I know exactly the spot I will make for. It lies away out in the "blue," a good thousand miles' trek from Nairobi, in British East Africa. It is paradise, literally as well as figuratively. If it were charted—it is not charted, for so far as I can discover I am the only white man who has laid eyes on it since it was discovered by a pioneer Scotch missionary some hundred-odd years ago—^but if it were charted it would appear on the maps as Lake Paradise. And I know of no place in all the world that better deserves the name. Only a few natives and I—and the animals —know exactly where it is. And the animals and I, at least, are not going to tell. All that I will say is that it is somewhere in the neighborhood of the imaginary line that divides British East Africa from unconquered Abyssinia. I will not be any more exact than that, for I do not want civilization to enter my paradise. There are snakes in that Eden —cobras, adders, the dreaded mambas. Though they are not many, they are deadly. But if they were twice as many and twice as deadly, they could