THE SABLE. 



AJOUT three o'clock I began to feel rested 

 and ambitious. Therefore I called up our 

 elegant guide and Memba Sasa, and set out on 

 my first hunt for sable. F. was rather more done 

 up by the hard morning, and so did not go 

 along. The guide wore still his red tarboosh, his 

 dark short jacket, his saffron yellow nether gar- 

 ment it was not exactly a skirt and his silver- 

 headed rattan cane. The only change he made 

 was to tuck up the skirt, leaving his long legs 

 bare. It hardly seemed altogether a suitable cos- 

 tume for hunting ; but he seemed to know what 

 he was about. 



We marched along ridges, and down into 

 ravines, and across gulleys choked with brush. 

 Horrible thickets alternated with and occasionally 

 surrounded open green meadows hanging against 

 the side hills. As we proceeded, the country be- 



