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Parrots were really delicious eating, and we 

 made use of the body of every one we collected. 

 I seldom shot one without half expecting to see 

 a window open somewhere and hear an old maid's 

 voice reproaching me for the act. 



In Uganda, while passing between Lake Vic- 

 toria and Lake Albert, Colonel Roosevelt killed 

 a rogue elephant that had been destroying the 

 gardens, tearing down the huts, and doing other 

 mischief. 



Our cook made soup from the trunk. It was 

 thick and dark-coloured, and, while the taste was 

 strong, I enjoyed it enough to ask for a second 

 dish. Of course, only a small portion of the 

 trunk was used and the excessive heat of Uganda 

 would not permit a second meal from it after 

 twenty -four hours. Not so with the blacks, how- 

 ever, for the following morning I was surprised 

 and amused to see one of our porters stalking 

 down the trail under the broiling sun with about 

 two feet of the trunk tied to his pack, the blood 

 and grease oozing out of it and flowing down the 

 sides of his load. 



The morning following the rogue's death, 

 we went out with a number of the natives to 

 view the animal. After the tusks had been 



