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course. Many game trails, but no fresh tracks and no 

 game but giraffe. All waterholes drunk or evaporated 

 dry. I presume the game ranges in here abundantly 

 right after the rains. High wind, constantly shifting, 

 lost me a fine impalla head on the way home. Hit him 

 and stalked him four times, but each time the wind 

 whipped behind me and finally I lost him in the bush 

 (number four to get away this trip). Sun terrifically 

 hot. It is evidently impossible, because of lack of 

 water, to do anything to the southwest. 



In camp I found the meat-safe had been left. In 

 this country of many blowflies, and where health is a 

 precarious matter at best, this is serious. Called up Ali 

 and the cook, and settled conclusively on the latter as 

 the culprit. Fined him 6 rupees. Vast silence in camp all 

 evening. Saw several tsetse; a strange place for them. 



Nine hours; 23 miles; elevation, 5,200; morning, 62; 

 noon, 84; night, 68, 



August 28. — Off at six o'clock to scout the south- 

 east, in which direction we had heard lions roaring. 

 Laid out a zebra for bait and flagged him to keep off 

 the birds — 167 yards. Topped the ridge, and came into 

 a country of long, down-sloping, parallel billows, grown 

 thickly with small trees, green grass dongas in the 

 bottom. Loads of game; as much as back at the river. 

 Found several waterholes over here, but all fouled by 

 the game. Finally came to a dry stream whose bed 

 consisted of sheets of smooth rock and boulders. 



