Big Game Shooting 



places that one has seen before, people that one 

 has known in them, faces, and then suddenly 

 Africa ! Africa in all its intensity. Back to the 

 country one lives in at the moment. 



One may well ask, "What is there in Africa 

 that is so fascinating?" It is a question that 

 I have often been asked and have asked. No 

 one has yet given me an adequate answer. I say 

 "The peace of Africa!" but what it means I 

 cannot tell. Let me live in the African wilds for 

 absolute enjoyment, content, and peace. I wish 

 little more ! 



I thought I had made a mistake when Kili- 

 manjaro told me of strife and turmoil in the 

 midst of this quiet, till the harsh notes of a bugle 

 behind clanged out "retreat." I returned to 

 realities with a start, climbed up, and was face to 

 face again with actual life, its worries, and its 

 routine. 



At the base of the rock are dotted the tents of 

 the soldiers and porters, dirty with hard use in the 

 rains. Little fires gleam haphazard below, and 

 the blue smoke filters slowly upwards and blurs 

 the scene, whilst the camp hums with the talk of 

 men and porters lying lazily round their fires. 

 A belated figure or two is hurrying in with 

 a load of firewood, collected off the plain, only 

 he himself knows whence. Another man shortly 

 appears, like a Christmas tree, laden with count- 

 less water-bottles, and bending down with their 



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