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over the Divide” the night before, but somehow 
missed connections. I opened my eyes with my face 
‘to a window overlooking the porch, and there, looking 
over the rail, was Bill, like a faithful dog. It seemed 
to me that he stood there for hours with tears in his 
eyes staring at his master. A few days later he was 
allowed to come into my room. He approached 
the foot of the bed with a low “‘Fambo, Bwana.” 
I said, “It is all right, Bill; P’1l soon be well.” 
With a great gulping sob, he burst into tears and 
bolted from the room. 
At an African Big Game Dinner in New York al. 
most ten years after I left Bill, one of my friends whe 
had just returned from British East Africa came to 
me and announced that he knew all about me now: 
that he had had Bill in his safari, and Bill never lost 
an opportunity to tell him stories about Bwana 
Akeley. So I know that Bill is still loyal, and there 
is no one in all Africa whom I am more keen to see. 
I missed him constantly on my trip into the gorilla 
country, but because I entered Africa from the south 
when I headed for Kivu, I was forced to make up 
my safari without him. 
