THE REDISCOVERED COUNTRY loi 



him down at close range as he dodged through the 

 bushes. Fine prize, and a big one. He had been 

 wounded by a Wanderobo arrow in the neck, and the 

 wound had suppurated so badly that we were afraid 

 to use the meat. 



Farther down the valley in burned country again 

 we struck buffalo spoor. Told the men to turn sharp 

 to the left up the slope of the mountain to where some 

 green trees indicated water. There they were to pitch 

 camp. Meanwhile, we tracked the buffalo some miles 

 across the burned area and into the thicket, only to 

 have a fitful wind whip around on us at the last moment 

 and send him off when we were within a few yards of 

 him. Returned to find safari camped at a pretty 

 green spring high up on the the slope of the hill, with 

 clear water, green trees, and a far outlook. Rained a 

 little. Heard lions. 



Morning, 58; noon, 85; night, 68. 



August 18.— All the scrub and small trees here- 

 about are full of small green parrots that chatter and 

 scream and fly about; and monkeys; and brilliant 

 plaintain eaters, the most gorgeous of created birds. 



We started at 6:15 and marched across a sort of 

 opening from our interior valleys through the border 

 mountains that led to the open plains. Across this 

 mouth was a hill corresponding with the one we had 

 left at our last night's camp. About three miles out 

 we crossed a dry stream bed with tall trees and ferns, 



