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ious mirth of the child-like porters, the ostrich 

 trotted up to within twenty yards of the tents, 

 threw himself on the ground, and again repeated 

 the antics that he had gone through a few min- 

 utes before. Finally he tired of it, and rising, 

 began feeding about the veldt as if nothing had 

 happened. Soon his keeper appeared and drove 

 him back to the flock. 



During the rest of the trip I was constantly 

 reminded of that experience and time and 

 again was obliged to tell the story. But what 

 wounded my sensitive feelings most was to 

 have Sir Alfred Pease ludicrously cartoon the 

 episode and ask me to inscribe beneath it my 

 feelings at the time and then to sign my name! 



