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The little stream led us to a pleasant camping 

 ground, within a few hundred yards of which I shot 

 an impala with a very nice head, the best of half-a- 

 dozen who were feeding together. 



A year or so previously a friend of mine camped 

 in the same spot. Another safari was close by. The 

 white men were dining together when from the other 

 camp arose a great uproar. Every one rushed out, to 

 find that a lion had carried off one of the porters. 

 Hearing the brute growling, one of the party fired. 

 The lion decamped, and they found the porter dead, 

 his throat horribly torn. My gun-bearer was one of 

 the party. He wanted to leave the man's body and 

 sit up with a rifle in case the lion came back. Rather 

 a cold-blooded proceeding ! He was not allowed to 

 carry out his plan, but the lion came back three times 

 in order to get his kill. 



The next day Burton and I killed a very fine 

 Jackson hartebeest. I broke his leg and he galloped 

 right past Burton, who shot him within fifty yards. 

 Whilst the skin was being taken off two Masai came 

 up, from one of whom we bought a good armlet made 

 of buffalo horn and a long spear. This man had a 

 distinctly Jewish type of feature. There were some 

 eland about, which Burton tried to get a shot at but 

 without success. 



After deciding on a camp from which to hunt 

 buffalo we sent some natives out to procure a couple 

 of Wa 'Ndorobo guides. This tribe is more or less 

 dependent on the Masai, and is really the only hunting 



