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of the bush then begins to wake up and move about. The nightjars begin to fly in 

 the open glades after the moths and beetles, and the frogs in the marshes begin to 

 croak. 



The game, too, begins to move into the dambos and clearings to feed, and many 

 is the successful evening's sport I have had when living in some lonely wattle and 

 daub house, and where the only things that can interest are found in the bush, for 

 there are no libraries or bookstalls in Northern Rhodesia, and one has to turn to 

 Nature and try to read it. 



Often, when I did not require meat, I have contented myself with watching 

 animals feeding, and such a scene is much more interesting than sitting in the 

 Zoological Gardens and watching beasts through the wires or bars of a cage. 



It will be many years before the love of a wild, wandering life and the spirit 

 of adventure disappear from the Anglo-Saxon race, but in years to come there will 

 not be any wild countries left, what with the spread of civilisation and the opening 

 up of new countries. A good many of us ought to thank our lucky stars that 

 we exist now, and not at some future period when all the country will be a mass 

 of townships, with motor-cars, railways, and perhaps flying machines all over the 

 place. But enough, for I will now get on to describe the game of this country, 

 and I think it will be admitted that it is a plentiful collection. 



SKULL AND HORNS OF IMPALA (J. 



