HUNTING AND HUNTED IN BELGIAN CONGO 



of circumstances. The cook is often the most harassed 

 member of a safari. He tries to make cake without 

 eggs, as they are sometimes impossible to get in the 

 Congo. 



One day I was in a rather bad temper, for I had an 

 attack of fever on me. Every one moved about the 

 camp cautiously and silent. The Bwana was sick, and 

 they knew it. I lay on the bed in the tent enveloped 

 in blankets, in spite of a temperature of 104 in the 

 shade. Pishi came to me and whispered " Bwana." I 

 looked up, and saw a yellow paste in the frying-pan that 

 he held. Oh, Pishi ! I shall never forget that incident. 

 Knowing that I was fond of an omelette, he had inno- 

 cently been trying to make one with some sulphur. 

 What a mess it was ; and the smell ! He had emptied 

 a whole quarter-pound tin of sulphur into the frying-pan, 

 and fried it with that useful culinary commodity — 

 hippo fat. By the way, egg powder is invaluable in these 

 parts, likewise the custard powder also made by the 

 well-known firm of Bird. The value of their products 

 cannot, in my opinion, be over-estimated. The explana- 

 tion of Pishi's mistake was that I had kept sulphur in 

 an old egg powder tin. 



At Manly's camp I met the popular Assistant District 

 Commissioner in charge of Koba, Mr. Hannington, son 

 of the late Bishop Hannington, whose name stands out 

 prominent in the history of Uganda. I greatly appre- 

 ciated his kindness during my stay in Koba. The 

 launch Kenia arrived with a European passenger who 

 had come from Nimule, and was travelling home to 

 England via Victoria Nyanza and Mombasa. He was 

 taking with him a lion cub and a young leopard : both 

 of these frolicked about the landing-stage and around 

 the tents in absolute freedom like dogs. The local 

 natives and Hannington's little terriers were rather 

 frightened at the advent of these strange pets in their 



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