A HUNGRY LOT. 
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pieces of zebra meat. First one boy and then another would 
lean over and snatch one of the hot pieces of meat that lay 
suspended on sticks over the fire, force one end of it far 
back into his mouth, and dexterously cut it off close 
to his lips with a dagger nearly as big as a machete. 
Although I had eaten a hearty dinner, | had worked so 
hard the day before that I could not resist the temptation 
to join the boys in their repast. I ate the two pounds 
or more of flesh in native style, but I do not think I 
ever enjoyed a meal more in my life; nor had I any 
the less appetite for my breakfast, which I ate just at 
sunrise, while we were preparing for our march back to the 
caravan. 
