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unceremoniously stuffed into the dog box attached to 

 the " mixed down." At last every atom of space 

 was filled with dog, and the train departed. Then 

 the District Engineer, filled with a wicked joy, de- 

 spatched the following telegram to the local babu 

 two stations down the line : 



" Dog in dog box without ticket." 



Full of zeal, the babu hurried out to meet the 

 " mixed down." It was very much mixed that day. 

 No sooner had he opened the door than he was 

 overwhelmed by a living avalanche of pie dogs of 

 all shapes, sizes, and colours. They have not yet 

 been returned to Nakuru. 



Complaints with regard to stolen honey were still 

 being received, so the whole outfit were lined up and 

 the Commissioner harangued them, with particular 

 reference to their parentage and the ultimate desti- 

 nation and punishment of honey thieves. Seventy- 

 nine honey tubs had been broken and destroyed, 

 their value being about R.50. 



In spite of the Commissioner's oration the whole 

 safari strenuously denied having touched any honey. 

 Then he began asking them, one by one, if they 

 had taken it. The second man in the line was my 

 one-eyed friend, the same who lost the eland head. 

 He, thinking that those who denied it were going 

 to get kiboko (otherwise a whacking), turned informer 

 and " smelt out " the syce, quite the laziest man 

 I ever saw, and two others. These three, seeing 

 the game was up, admitted that they had taken a 



