To Naivasha after Duck and Snipe 



it turned out, this move just about doubled my 

 bag, as lots of duck had flown back behind the 

 first line of beaters, and so were almost all 

 brought up again over me. 



When the first lot of porters who had been 

 driving the birds arrived, their excitement was 

 unbounded at seeing the carcases floating all 

 round, and it was with great difficulty that they 

 were induced not to make too much noise. At 

 length they were pacified by the approach of more 

 duck, which were shot and fell among them, and 

 then, and only then, they were made to crouch in 

 quiet amongst the reeds till the drive was over. 

 At the end of all things the babel was stupendous 

 as they dashed about collecting the killed. Tum- 

 bling over one another, shouting, cursing, each 

 in his own language, fighting now and again over 

 a wounded bird that some one had secured after 

 a wild race for it, the hubbub fairly woke the 

 echoes, and it was not until after I had lifted up 

 my voice and proclaimed that, as usual, the slain 

 would be taken home and piled in front of my 

 tent for distribution that order was maintained. 



This must be the invariable rule in every 

 shooting camp, that any animal after being 

 skinned and cut up should be carried back to 

 camp, piled in front of one's tent, and parcelled 

 out to all and sundry over the camp-fire in the 

 evening, when the sergeants and headmen of the 

 porters had made their reports. Any stealing of 



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