To Naivasha after Duck and Snipe 



over the northern slopes of the Aberdares, and at 

 the end of it all a steep descent into the valley of 

 the upper waters of the Gilgil River, which runs 

 into Lake Naivasha. The Subugo Ololdian Moun- 

 tain bounds one side, and the Aberdares, with 

 Mount Olligollum towering over all, the other. 

 The lake was full of hippo, which could be easily 

 made out from the mountain-side, but which were 

 quite un-get-at-able, I found out on investigation, 

 owing to the matted reeds not being thick enough 

 to allow of one's walking over them, and so being 

 able to approach the clear water-way. 



I had a hasty meal off a box of sardines as 

 usual on arriving on the site of the proposed 

 camp for the night, and sallied out with my gun 

 to kill time, whilst the camp was being pitched 

 and lunch prepared, and something for the pot as 

 well. 



The duck seemed very tame, and I tried a stalk. 

 When I was quite close up he got up, flapping 

 lazily, and was duly knocked down. I thought it 

 rather odd and tried again, with the same result. 

 The same thing happened again and again, and 

 at last I tumbled to it. 



I was in for a real big bag if I went about it 

 in the proper way, and, moreover, there would 

 be no waste, as the porters were short of food and 

 would eat everything I managed to shoot. 



A rush for camp, followed by a heavy feed, set 

 me up, and with any amount of cartridges I 



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