250 STALKS ABROAD 



As I could not get a boat until 12th May, we decided 

 to go down to the Tana, and shoot there in preference 

 to hanging about in Nairobi doing nothing. 



I, of course, did not go back to Kenia again, but 

 the natives subsequently found the elephant I had 

 shot, which must have died almost immediately. His 

 tusks were under the minimum weight 60 Ibs. so 

 a stern government confiscated them, and I have 

 nothing to show for the only elephant I ever killed. I 

 am not grumbling at the regulation, which is perfectly 

 sound ; but it was bad luck. 



After I left Africa, Burton returned to Kenia, and 

 a day's march from our old camp secured a very good 

 bull-elephant. He stayed in the forest for a fort- 

 night hoping to get another, but luck did not again 

 favour him. 



On 27th April we left Embu at 7.30 A.M. I saw 

 six or seven bushbuck does, one of them very dark 

 in strong contrast to the bright red coats of the others, 

 and with them a nice buck. They were feeding 

 quietly amongst some reeds and pools in just such a 

 place as one would expect a roe in Scotland. I had a 

 rather tricky stalk, but finally got a shot at the buck 

 as he climbed up a slope into some bushes and hit him 

 low. The does did not know where the shot came 

 from and stood still. Presently the buck came out of 

 the bushes again, and with a second shot I broke his 

 foreleg. He gave a spasmodic rush down the hill, when 

 a third shot killed him. He had quite a nice head. 



Burton joining me, we went on together and came 



