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several severe and well-directed kicks, ably seconded 

 by his gun-bearer. Unfortunately, justice was satis- 

 fied at the expense of a long and dusty tramp home, 

 for the syce, dropping the pony's reins, had applied 

 his hands with a doleful yell to the afflicted region, 

 while his charge, seizing the opportunity, with a 

 flick of his heels had made the best of his own way 

 back to camp. 



Some one had evidently been doing themselves 

 pretty well, for close to our tents we discovered a 

 gilt-edged menu card with the following inscription: 



E. UASO NYIRO RIVER CAMP. 



DINNER. Feb. 3rd, '08. 



TAPIACO [sic!] SOUP. 



CUTLETS OF IMP ALA. 



ROAST LEG OF TOMMY. 



APPLE FRITTERS. 



However, the partakers of this sumptuous repast 

 did not appear to have done much harm to the 

 game, beyond making them extremely wild. 



It took a long time to make the porters under- 

 stand how to behave when they came out to carry 

 in any meat we might kill. At first they insisted on 

 keeping about four yards behind me. This naturally 

 did not tend to increase my chances of getting 

 near game. My remarks had to be filtered through 

 Hassan, who spoke English fairly well. This took 

 some little time, but at last I thought we had things 

 clear. They were to keep me in sight and to sit 

 down and wait if we saw any game. 



