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rush. Then, after the excitement had died, we 

 discovered the porter and the shotgun up a tree. 

 He descended rather shamefaced. Nobody said 

 anything about it. A half-hour later we came 

 upon another rhinoceros. The beast was visible 

 at some distance, and downhill. Nevertheless 

 the porter moved a little nearer a tree. This 

 was too much for Memba Sasa. All the rest of 

 the afternoon he " ragged " that porter in much 

 the same terms we would have employed in 

 the same circumstances. 



" That place ahead," said he, " looks like a 

 good place for rhinoceros. Perhaps you'd better 

 climb a tree." 



" There is a dikdik ; a bush is big enough to 

 climb for him." 



" Are you afraid of jackals, too ? " 



The fireflies were our regular evening com- 

 panions. We caught one or two of them for the 

 pleasure of watching them alternately igniting 

 and extinguishing their little lamps. Even when 

 we put them in a bottle they still kept up their 

 performance bravely. 



But besides them we had an immense variety of 

 evening visitors. Beetles of the most inconceiv- 

 able shapes and colours, all sorts of moths, and 



