Big Game Shooting 



are very shy of the white man and civilization in 

 general. They are of very low caste, and are 

 looked down upon by all their confreres almost as 

 much as the Midgan of Somaliland, who are 

 generally reckoned as the lowest of the low. Till 

 the late game laws came into force, the Wakamba 

 carried on a great trade in rhino horns, to which 

 they still attach a great commercial value if they 

 can be properly and successfully smuggled. The 

 numbers of rhino skulls and skeletons that lie 

 about Ukamba are extraordinary, and afford a 

 suitable and excellent resting-place for the 

 ubiquitous vulture, who sits like Patience on a 

 monument wondering in which direction his 

 next meal will sniff from. The Wandorrobo has 

 nothing else to live upon except on what he kills, 

 and I think they really are sportsmen. One 

 comes across their villages on the Tana for in- 

 stance, or hidden deep in the forests, from the 

 Mau escarpment over Laikipia to Lake Baringo. 

 Tiny huts, tucked away from the ken of man, 

 composed of a few vertical boughs with a parlous 

 roof of other branches, by no means calculated to 

 keep out rain, but apparently simply huddled 

 together for sympathy and "pro bono publico." 

 They live on what nature provides, as is also 

 shown by the honey-pots stuck up in the trees. 

 A log of wood some five feet long by three feet 

 across is hollowed out and the ends blocked up, 

 with a little hole for the bees to get in and out of 



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