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the muzzle in a steady stream. After a bit of 

 this my knees began to weaken ; and it became 

 a question of saving energy, of getting along some- 

 how, and of leaving the actual hunting to Memba 

 Sasa and the guide. If they had shown me a 

 sable, I very much doubt if I could have hit it. 



However, we did not see one, and I staggered 

 into camp at dusk pretty well exhausted. From 

 the most grateful hot bath and clean clothes I 

 derived much refreshment. Shortly I was sitting 

 in my canvas chair, sipping a cocoanut, and de- 

 scribing the condition of affairs to F., who was 

 naturally very curious as to how the trick was 

 done. 



" Now," I concluded, " I know just about 

 what I can and what I cannot do. Three days 

 more of this sort of work will feed me up. If we 

 do not run across a sable in that time, I'm afraid 

 we don't get any." 



" Two days will do for me," said he. 



We called up the guide and questioned him 

 closely. He seemed quite confident ; and as- 

 serted that in this country sable were found, 

 when they were found at all, which was not 

 often. They must be discovered in the small 

 grassy openings. We began to understand why 

 so very few people get sable. 



