CHAPTER XIII 
THE LONE MALE OF KARISIMBI 
B NOVEMBER 14th, I felt about as happy 
and about as unhappy as I ever have in my 
life. I felt exceedingly well about the success 
of my gorilla hunts. I had four fine specimens for 
the group which I intended to mount for the American 
Museum of Natural History in New York, and I had 
several hundred feet of moving-picture film of live 
gorillas in their native forests—the first photographs 
of live wild gorillas ever taken. I also had the fever 
and that was what I was unhappy about. It was not 
only uncomfortable but it also threatened to in- 
terfere seriously with my plans and to put me in 
an embarrassing position with the rest of the party. 
Mr. and Mrs. Bradley and Miss Miller were camped 
at Kissenyi two days’ march away. It had been 
agreed that I should investigate the gorillas alone 
first, but it was not contemplated that I get sick 
during the investigation and not be ready to provide 
hunting for them. They had come all the way to 
Central Africa to hunt gorillas and the obligation 
rested on me to see that they had that experience. 
I was afraid that if I did not get them up into the 
gorilla mountains quickly, | might not be in shape to - 
fulfil this obligation and pleasure. So I sent a rather 
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