SHOOTING HIPPOPOTAMI— TELEKI VOLCANO. 333 
The natives received us with every show of friendship. 
They lived entirely on fish, but yet they were one of the 
most energetic, strong, sleek, and well-nourished looking 
lots of people I have ever seen. The women were espe- 
cially fat and homely, but the men had handsome features, 
and seemed the picture of grace, as, with well-proportioned 
bodies, they moved about the camp. 
Near this spot I saw five hippopotami disporting them- 
selves in very shallow water, from which their bodies could 
easily be dragged out if I chanced to kill them. The 
Elmolo begged me to shoot the hippos, as they had not 
feasted on meat fora long time. There was no cover near 
the animals, so I had to creep along the shore on my belly 
until I got within thirty yards, when I opened fire and 
killed two of them with shots in the head. 
Eagerly the Elmolo hauled the hippos ashore, and drank 
the warm blood as it flowed from spear-wounds inflicted in 
various part of the huge carcasses. 
Having engaged several Elmolo to guide us, we made 
two short marches to the eastern extremity of Elmolo Bay. 
Here we made our last camp on Lake Rudolf. My good 
Berthon boat, which had done me so much service, I now 
gave to the Elmolo, as my camels were too weak to carry 
it further. 
Teleki Volcano, which lies at the southern end of the 
lake, sent up clouds of smoke, and at night a great stream 
of glowing lava could be seen pouring from one of the 
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