It was reported to George that this animal, accompanied by two lionesses, was living in some nearby hills and so it became his duty to track them down. A Boran tribesman had been killed by a man-eating lion. This story has its beginning on one of these safaris. Whenever it is possible I accompany my husband on such trips and in this way I have had unique opportunities of coming to grips with this wild, unchanged land, where life is tough and nature asserts her own laws. His work causes him to travel over tremendous distances these journeys we call safaris. George has many duties, such as enforcing the Game Laws, preventing poaching and dealing with dangerous animals that have molested the tribesmen. My husband, George, is Senior Game Warden of this huge territory and our home is on the southern border of the Province, near Isiolo, a small township of about thirty Whites, all of whom are government officials engaged in the task of administering the territory.
For many years my home has been in the Northern Frontier Province of Kenya, that vast stretch of semi-arid thornbush, covering some hundred and twenty thousand square miles, which extends from Mount Kenya to the Abyssinian border.Ĭivilization has made little impact on this part of Africa there are no settlers the local tribes live very much as their forefathers did, and the place abounds in wild life of every description.
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