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old bull, he made a very handsome trophy and one 

 which I greatly value, as I had worked hard for a 

 week -and felt that I deserved him. An hour or so 

 later a black horde of porters arrived. I will not 

 weary the reader with a detailed account of what 

 followed. If his edition of Shakespeare's works is 

 the same as mine, he will find it concisely described 

 in "Macbeth," Act I., Scene 2, line 52. 



That night we had a great spread, with buffalo 

 tongue as the piece de resistance, to say nothing of 

 a bottle of champagne. 



My squint-eyed Masai made me a very good 

 shield out of the hide, and I gave him a pair of old 

 dancing gloves with which at first he was inordinately 

 pleased. They were about three sizes too large, 

 but he drew them on with quite the air of a young 

 lady going to her first ball, and paraded the camp 

 for the next hour, shaking hands with every one whom 

 he met. Then for some unknown reason he suspected 

 them of being a new species of handcuff, and anxiously 

 inquired if I had given them to him preparatory 

 to a visit to the gaol, finishing up with the request 

 that he might be allowed to take them off. I told him 

 he might, and carefully wrapped up in a piece of cloth 

 he wore them round his sword-belt until we parted. 



The Monday following the death of my buffalo 

 we left this camp. The evening before I strolled to 

 the top of the ridge behind our tents, and there 

 witnessed one of the most beautiful sunsets it has 

 ever been my lot to look upon. Something of the 



