Hunting in East Africa 



meat, raised a cheerful cry of tembo tamu — 

 elephant is sweet. I did not need a second 

 hint, but returned, and, finding the poor ele- 

 phant deserted by its companions, put it out of 

 its misery. It was a cow with a fine pair of 

 tusks. The sun was setting, and my men, 

 knowing that activity was the only means of 

 saving their beloved elephant meat from 

 hyenas, attacked the body with fury — some 

 with axes, others with knives and one or two 

 with sword bayonets. It was a terrible sight, 

 and I was glad to leave them at it and return 

 to camp, well satisfied with my day's work. 



From Masimani, for the next four days, the 

 road had never been trodden by even an Arab 

 caravan. I had no idea of the whereabouts 

 of water, nor had my men; but, having made a 

 success of the first day's march, the men fol- 

 lowed me cheerfully, believing me possessed 

 of magic power and certain to lead them over 

 a well-watered path. A kind providence did 

 actually bring us to water each night. The 

 country was so dry that it was absolutely 

 deserted by the inhabitants, the Masai, and 

 great was the surprise of the Kibonoto people 

 when we reached there on the fourth day. 

 They thought that we had dropped from the 



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