8 THE REDISCOVERED COUNTRY 



odd corners of the known country. And by degrees 

 I came to see that most of British East Africa is a beaten 

 track. Shooters are sent by the outfitting firms around 

 oneor the other of several well-known circles. The day's 

 marches are planned in advance; the night's camps. 

 There is plenty of game, and the country is wild; but 

 the sportsman is in no essentially different conditions 

 here than when with his guide he shoots his elk in 

 Jackson's Hole or his deer in the Adirondacks. 



And again I heard the tales of the old-timers, varying 

 little from those at home — *^in the old days before the 

 Sotik was overrun, the lions would stand for you" — 

 "I remember the elephants used to migrate every two 

 years from Kenia across the Abedares" — "before Nai- 

 robi was built the buffalo used to feed right in the 

 open until nine o'clock." In short, spite of the abun- 

 dance of the game, spite of the excitement and danger 

 still to be enjoyed with some of its more truculent 

 varieties, the same wistful regret sooner or later was 

 sure to come to the surface of thought — I wish I could 

 have been here then, could have seen it all when the 

 country was new. 



And then unexpectedly came just this experience. 

 We found that after all there still exists a land where 

 the sound of a rifle is unknown; as great in extent as the 

 big game fields of British East Africa; swarming with 

 untouched game; healthy, and, now that the route and 

 method have been worked out, easily accessible to a 



