Hunting in Many Lands 



The story of how this happened shall be the 

 last hunting adventure recorded in this article. 

 We had left Ngiri and were camped at the 

 next water, some ten miles to the west. I had 

 been out after giraffes and had not been un- 

 successful, and therefore had reached camp in 

 high good humor, when George came to me 

 and said things were going badly in camp — 

 that the men had decided to desert me should 

 I try to push further on into the country ; and 

 that both head men seemed to think further 

 progress was useless with the men in such 

 temper. I was puzzled what to do, but wasted 

 no time about making up my mind to do some- 

 thing. I went into the tent and called the 

 two head men to me. After a little delay, they 

 came, greeted me solemnly and at a motion 

 from me crouched on their hams. There is 

 but little use in allowing a negro to state a 

 grievance, particularly if you know it is an 

 imaginary one. The mere act of putting their 

 fancied wrongs into words magnifies them in 

 their own minds, and renders them less likely 

 to listen to reason. My knowledge of Swahili 

 at this time did not permit me to address them 

 in their own language, so I spoke to them in 

 English, knowing that they understood at least 



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