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Of course I cussed him for disobeying orders, but 

 he swore earnestly that he was all over his fever; felt 

 strong. 



"And perhaps that man will run away," he added. 

 "Ali told him too many times not to get scared." 

 Good psychology. 



However, nothing doing at the kill. I crossed the 

 river and toiled to the top of a high cone hill for the sake 

 of compass bearings and a sight of the "lay of the land." 

 I have a strong desire to strike south into the heart of 

 the plains to see what I can see. Found Chanler's 

 reedbuck up there, and roan at the base. The cHmbing 

 was rather hard, consisting of loose round lava frag- 

 ments partially concealed in the grass. 



From the summit I could see pretty well in all di- 

 rections. The north-and-south hills through which 

 we had marched from Windy Camp and the Wasonzi 

 were plainly visible far to the east. North were many 

 hills and ranges. West, and very distant in the blue, I 

 made out an escarpment — two or three days distant; 

 the Mara River must run below that. Our own river, 

 the Bologonja, flowed northwest in the general di- 

 rection of the Mara; I could follow its course for some 

 distance by the green forest line. That must be the 

 direction of our marches when Cuninghame returns. 

 It looked to me as though we might, farther down, cut 

 loose from the Bologonja and across the triangle to 

 hit the Mara lower down. But my chief interest was 



