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At times the camera department would take moving pictures of the wagons and porters crossing a river , where an especially picturesque bit of scenery offered an attractive setting . Occasionally Means , as he rode along , would commence singing one of the songs of our Western plains , verse after verse , seemingly without end , recounting in detail some local historical event , such as an Indian attack on an army post , a shooting affair at a dance , or a train-robber 's hanging . He would sing more to himself than to anybody else , and if this began to bore him at all , he would stop in the middle and leave the story untold . Then sometimes , when we outspanned for an hour at noon , the four special camera porters would give imitations of Kearton and Gobbet taking pictures , of Loveless shoeing horses , or of Means in the act of roping . And in the evenings , when the day 's march was done and the outpost fires had been lighted , the talk of the company would turn to our chances of finding luck in the Sotik country that lay ahead . In the afternoon of March 16 we reached Webb 's Farm , in the Guas Nyiro valley , which lies at the edge of the big plains . In this neighborhood there were three farms -- Webb 's , Curry 's , and Agate 's -- and on the evening of our arrival some of their men paid a visit to the camp .