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yards, if not feet, of each other. We examined 

 the stomachs of all the foxes we killed and in- 

 variably found them filled to bursting point 

 with the queer insects erroneously called "flying 

 ants." These insects live in holes in the ground, 

 and at this time of the year, on cloudy days and 

 after dark, emerge in a steady stream, so foxes 

 have little difficulty supplying their wants. 



Tin cans, pieces of tin, and pieces of glass 

 shone quite as brightly as animals' eyes, and 

 while they deceived us many times before we 

 had had much experience, we never blundered 

 to the extent of firing at them. 



Mr. Cherry Kearton, England's famous na- 

 ture photographer, was working at Naivasha 

 at the time of our visit. He was anxious to get 

 a flash-light photograph of a springhaas and 

 I told him that I thought it might be accom- 

 plished. 



He had an electrical, flash-light contrivance 

 rigged up on a pole with wires, batteries, and 

 buckles. This he strapped about the waist of 

 his assistant, Jimmy Clark, who, when every- 

 thing was in readiness, ignited the flash by press- 

 ing a button. 



It took about half an hour to get Jimmy 



