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MY SOMALI BOOK 



days before I had picked up a skull with a nice pair of 

 horns whose owner had apparently been dead a month 

 or so. 



Working round the N.W. corner of the Reserve, 

 I saw three klipspringers on a steep hill where their 

 grey-green coats were difficult to define against a back- 

 ground of bushes of the same colour amongst the 

 rocks. They were wild, and after a lot of warm 

 climbing I could only get in a long shot which failed. 

 The klipspringer is a marvellously agile little antelope. 

 His suref ootedness and the pace at which he can travel 

 on a rocky hill-side have to be seen to be realised. 



The following evening I bagged a wart-hog boar 

 with a nice set of tushes. A marvellously ugly beast ; 

 unfortunately his photograph proved a failure, his 

 physiognomy was more than a self-respecting camera 

 could stand ! I should have liked to preserve his 

 whole head, but it was late, and we were still some 

 miles from camp, so there was not time for me to tackle 

 the job single-handed, as, of course, none of the 

 Somalis would touch him. The toughness of his hide 

 was extraordinary ; it took me, with a none too sharp 

 knife, nearly an hour to skin the lower part of the 



