214 STALKS ABROAD 



Signs of cattle are everywhere, and there comes to 

 your nostrils a faint familiar smell. That is where 

 the buffalo spend the day. 



After a long toilsome passage through one of 

 these tunnels, we reached such a spot. 



The 'Ndorobo, as we drew near, appeared far 

 from happy. Watering freely at the eyes, he turned 

 piteous backward glances in our direction with the 

 appearance of a small and terrified terrier. A slight 

 sound caught our attention and we all stopped. 

 Then, nothing further transpiring, Hassan advanced. 

 The next second I heard a crash. A confused vision 

 of the 'Ndorobo and Hassan mixed up in a thorn- 

 bush presented itself, and I, thinking that a herd 

 was charging, incontinently fled. They were charg- 

 ing too, but fortunately for us, in the opposite 

 direction. 



The next day I was off at 4.15 A.M. As Burton 

 stayed in camp, I borrowed his hunter, a very plucky 

 little man though not so good a tracker as the other. 

 We had a long morning's work which can be described 

 in a few sentences. Careful tracking, bent double, 

 through dense bush ; a slight sound in front ; a still 

 more stealthy advance then a terrific snorting and 

 crashing which gradually died away. It was terribly 

 hard work but most exciting, and left one but little 

 inclined for heavy exercise after the mid-day meal. 



There was a Masai village near, whither I 

 strolled one afternoon and encountered one of the 

 fattest babies I have ever seen. From its bloated 



