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The next morning we decided to return to our base 
camp on Mikeno, a thousand feet lower down. I 
think we all wished to stay at the Saddle Camp longer 
because of the marvellous beauty of the place, but our 
guides and porters complained so bitterly, and I think 
so justly, against the cold that a decision was made 
on their account rather than our own. The guides, 
however, were not content with their return to the 
Mikeno Camp, but insisted on quitting their jobs 
entirely. While this was a disarrangement of our 
plans, my appreciation for all they had done and sym- 
pathy with their just complaints caused me to pay 
them off and let them go. The following day they 
returned, a very dejected and penitent lot, and their 
explanation for their return was interesting, to say the 
least. When they reached home their sultan had asked 
them if my work was finished and if they had stayed 
until I no longer required them. They had admitted 
that I had given my consent unwillingly. He had told 
them that they must come back to me and stay until 
the work was finished and that they must bring to 
him a report from me of complete satisfaction. 
Bradley and I remained two days longer, and these 
guides were on the job every minute. It was adem- 
onstration of honour and manliness on the part of 
the sultan that I have rarely seen equalled in a savage. 
Mrs. Bradley and Miss Miller went to the Mission 
Camp, but Bradley and I remained for two days of 
photographing and the cleaning up and the packing 
of the gorilla material. The third and last day we 
made the descent of the mountain, sending the por- 
