XLVI. 

 THE GREATER KUDU. 



NEXT morning, in a joking manner, I tried 

 to impress Kongoni with a sense of delin- 

 quency in not knowing better his directions, 

 especially as he had twice traversed the route. 

 He declined to be impressed. 



"It is not the business of man to walk at 

 night," he replied with dignity. 



And when you stop to think of it, it certainly 

 is not in Africa. 



At this camp we lingered several days. The 

 great prize of our journeying was still lacking, and, 

 to tell the truth, we had about given up hope, if 

 not our efforts. Almost we had begun to believe 

 our friends in Nairobi who had scoffed at the 

 uselessness of our quest. Always we conscien- 

 tiously looked over good kudu country, hundreds 

 of miles of it, and always with the same lack of 

 result, or even of encouragement. Other game 



