Nine Faces of Kenya
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Drawing on her knowledge of Kenya and its literature, Huxley presents a fully rounded portrait of a nation, its peoples and wildlife, history and landscape, and the men and women who made their mark upon it. Isak Dinesen, Ernest Hemingway, the Leakeys, Beryl Markham, Winston Churchill, Evelyn Waugh, and Theodore Roosevelt are among the many writers in this classic anthology.
intervals the long whips of the drivers cracked like rifles. The dust rose in clouds from the dry earth, and soon covered all of us; in the distance herds of zebra and haartebeest gazed at us as we passed, and we saw the old spoor of rhino, beasts we hoped to avoid, as they often charge such a caravan. Slowly the shadows lengthened, the light waned, the glare of the white, dusty plain was softened, and the bold outlines of the distant mountains grew dim. Just before nightfall we halted on the
marked two rows of coffee-trees, paused a moment, and proceeded up between them, one in front of the other. We had moccasins on, and walked silently. I began to shake and tremble with excitement, I dared not come too near to Denys for fear that he might feel it and send me back, but I dared not keep too far away from him either, for he might need my torchlight any moment. The lions, we found afterwards, had been on the kill. When they heard us, or smelt us, they had walked off it a little way
its fullest extent, and he thereby exposed a large fold of loose skin across his chest. Amongst other little fads, he always kept his head shaved, and wore a white kofia (hat). He never wore a coat, even at dinner, only a shirt with sleeves folded well above the elbow, and he always smoked a long-stemmed, long-bowled German pipe. From what I saw of him, and subsequently heard of him, he was always calm and collected. He was certainly very amusing and outspoken, and good company generally. Some
my ten pieces a day”! On another occasion we were dining together and discussing the well-known African travellers, when the subject of some of their misleading statements and exaggerations cropped up, and I ventured to remark, “Well, Count, I hope when you write your book, you will stick to facts,” to which he replied, “My dear Mr Jackson, all African travellers are liars; my old friend Burton was a liar, Speke and Grant were liars, Stanley is a liar, we know our friends Thomson and Johnston are
assistance they rendered us, we passed a strict rule prohibiting the killing of friendly animals who had kindly welcomed us into their home. These forests then, while cold and damp and with thunder storms and heavy rains during most of the year, became the home of over 20,000 men and women revolters fighting for the Kenya African Freedom. Many, like myself, lived and fought in Nyandarua for two, three or even four years. For us, these forests became a home and a fortress as well as the provider