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to the top of the bank and, leaning over, allowed 

 the water to drain from my coat; then labori- 

 ously crawled over the edge and up on the 

 bank. 



When I looked about I saw my gun bearer 

 holding Lazarus by the bridle. As soon as I 

 had left him he had commenced swimming, 

 and after floating down-stream some distance 

 he struck a bar and waded back to the bank 

 from which he had started. 



Undressing, I rubbed my numbed body and 

 ran up and down the shore until my blood 

 was again circulating freely. Then donning my 

 clothes once more oh, they did feel so cold 

 and clung so tightly! I walked along the bank, 

 found a suitable place to cross, and, plunging in, 

 swam over to the horse and man awaiting me. 



The safari was awaiting my return, so after I 

 had related my experience we went into camp 

 for the night in a small opening in the jungle. 



Early the following morning the head man 

 started out in quest of the trail, which eventu- 

 ally he found three miles to the east. While he 

 was away I went back to recover my rifle. 



The stream was now a mere rivulet, and, after 

 locating the spot where the rifle should be, I 



