Occasional groups of Kikuyus were tramping along the road, bringing in eggs or milk to Nairobi.

A farm-house or two lay off to either side, and once or twice we passed boys herding little bunches of ostriches.
At about a quarter to eight we drove up the tree-lined avenue of a farm-house and a pleasant-faced woman responded to our knock.

We asked for permission to shoot on the farm and were told that we were quite welcome to shoot as much as we wished.
Five minutes later, less than an hour's drive from Nairobi, we drove past a herd of nearly sixty impalla.

They watched us gravely from a distance of two hundred yards.

At this point we left the well-traveled road and drove into the short prairie grass that carpeted, the Athi Plains.