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and the men. They could not begin to keep me in 

 sight and at the same time remain concealed them- 

 selves. I attached pieces of paper to the horns of the 

 specimens, blazed a way out of the scrub with my 

 knife, and took up my back track. By means of a few 

 rifle shots and much whistling we got together. The 

 Sim was now high and hot. After measuring and com- 

 paring to our hearts ' content, we skinned the trophies, 

 divided the meat, and returned to camp. Our "little 

 stroll'' had turned out to be fifteen miles of hard, fast 

 going! 



Another donkey had died. Reorganized packs. 

 Out late to look for marabout at our lion kill (two and a 

 half miles more), but found none. Saw some bush- 

 buck. 



In the evening M'ganga was evidently a great so- 

 cial success with the Wakoma, as he elicited shouts 

 of laughter from their campfire. M'ganga is quite 

 a wonder as a linguist. He talks fluently Swahili, 

 Masai, Monumwezi, Wakamba, Wasonzi, Wakoma, 

 and Ungruimi. Our two wild men, the Wanderobo, 

 got restless, as they generally do, and wanted to go. 

 We gave them permission — if they cared to do so with- 

 out wages. They promptly departed into the howling 

 wilderness without food, and most certainly without 

 clothes. 



Morning, 66; noon, 84; night, 74. 



September i. — Off at 6:15 ahead of the safari, 



