Big Game Shooting 



Soba thoroughly tired out and quite ready for 

 bed after a hard day s marching. 



We woke next morning with the sun as usual, 

 and found to our surprise that a whole tribe had 

 come in and were sitting down awaiting a pow- 

 wow, and our pleasure. 



These were not the people who had caused the 

 trouble ; they said they had come in to talk to 

 us about it, and denounced their brothers as 

 thoroughly bad men, taking good care to make it 

 plain that they themselves were quite good boys. 

 There they were, in the typical attitude of all 

 African natives, gathered together, squatting on 

 the ground in more or less of a heap with their 

 bright spears upright, and their chief — who, by 

 the way, was armed with a formidable umbrella — 

 in front. 



When everything had been amicably settled 

 there came the inspection of the conventional 

 bullock brought in as a present, which they well 

 know will be duly admired and handed back for 

 them to eat. 



When one marches through the wilderness 

 with porters and baggage one usually has some 

 idea of where one wishes to get to — say a 

 hundred miles away — but where to pitch one's 

 different camps on the way is quite another 

 matter. You leave a lot to chance and, with 

 a guide or two who can never be said to be quite 

 reliable, wander along any game path that looks 



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