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Crossed the river high up and came to camp on the 

 other side. I found a little flat bordered by palms and 

 the abrupt downslope of clay, where saline deposits 

 had lured right out into the open that rather solitary 

 and most invisible little creature, the Bohur reedbuck; 

 so that I saw them, twenty-six of them, cropping and 

 licking away like deer, each ostentatiously indepen- 

 dent of the other in order to convince chance passers, 

 like ourselves, that spite of this apparent herding, they 

 had not abandoned their principles. Had to stop 

 and bandage my ankle in order to get on at all. The 

 thing is very painful and is turning black. Hard to 

 walk, but the country is too fascinating to permit any 

 one with a wiggle left in him to stay in camp. 



Reached camp at noon. A slight rain came up, and 

 we rigged a very funny shelter for the suspended lion 

 skin out of everything waterproof we had. About 

 four went out for camp meat. Soon got within range 

 of topi across a ravine, and dropped two before they 

 got away, 182 yards and 197 yards. Swung around 

 and again climbed the hill above camp in hopes of a 

 Chanler 's reedbuck doe, but did not get a shot at the 

 two I saw. Game very tame to-day. Winds baffling 

 and aggravating. 



The men working on the skins are always fine to 

 hear, one crooning a short falsetto solo, and the others 

 chiming in with a swinging bass refrain, under their 

 breaths, busily. 



