One can only imagine what her terror must have been to make this sacrifice in the common interest.
Now, a three-months-old baby is a good deal of a problem for a _safari_ to handle.

In our equipment we had made no provision for the care of infants.

We could wrap it up and keep it warm, and feed it canned milk, but I imagine the proper care of a little babe requires even more than that.

It was imperative that we find the mother before the baby died.
[Drawing: _A Tent Boy Found It_] So we first enjoined our mob of porters, who are chronically noisy, to be quiet under penalty of a severe _kiboko_ punishment.

We then sent out Kavirondo, the big, good-natured porter who always acted as our interpreter when dealing with the natives of the mountain district.