The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
Obtaining leave shortly afterwards I borrowed 
a launch, and accompanied by Gallwey, a friend 
and colleague, I started off to pay Jock a visit. 
His village was but some thirty miles across 
country, but by the creeks the distance was 
nearer fifty. We arrived the same afternoon 
and, having anchored close to shore, set off to 
interview “ Jock o’ Hazeldean,” as Gallwey 
christened the chief. 
The village was but a hundred yards from the 
shore, and only one inhabitant could be seen— 
an old man, crooning to himself in the sun. 
** Where Jock be?” I asked, and with a start 
the ancient one answered me by setting off to a 
two-storied wooden house, verandahed in the 
upper part. f 
** Hallo, Jock! I be come to catch elephant.” 
** You be fit to catch ’em ? ” 
ne De ath, 
‘“* Where them gun be ?”’ 
** He live for boat.” 
i dook "em? 7" 
** You come for boat; I be fit to show ’em.”’ 
We invited the chief to “‘ chop ” with us that 
evening, and have some whisky, and he said he 
would bring palm-oil chop as his contribution, 
and invited us to sleep in his house. Punctual 
to time the guest appeared, a boy carrying a 
china soup-tureen full of the very rich food. 
Jock had arranged for a hunter and guide to 
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