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had told us that we should see game in quantity 

 once we reached the Amala, since hunting parties 

 seldom went there, it being too far to reach without 

 the aid of wagons, which we possessed. Accord- 

 ingly it was with high hopes that we left Judd's 

 trading store on the river and trekked south through 

 park-like forest country on the morning of October 

 17th. As we advanced, Pullar and I, riding in 

 front, saw troops of Zebras, Topi, Pallah, Wildebeest 

 and other game in increasing quantity, and by the 

 time we had reached our first hunting-camp in 

 the late afternoon, we experienced the joy of having 

 at last met the Great Game in East Africa, and seen 

 it in such abundance as we had been led to hope. 

 On the way one Pallah with an exceptional head 

 tempted me to try a long shot, but he only stood 

 for a moment between two trees at about 250 yards, 

 and I missed him. 



It is one of the charms of East African hunting 

 that when you have arrived in camp and possess 

 so excellent a camp manager as Judd you have 

 nothing to do but just to hunt and enjoy yourself. 

 Some men object to the so-called " white " hunter, 

 who, except in the case of the complete novice, 

 does little actual hunting, but when the arrange- 

 ments of the safari are in the hands of such a 

 thoroughly experienced man, the hunter is relieved 

 of all camp worries and arrangements, and can 

 come and go at will. Personally I prefer to hunt 

 alone, with one black follower, so after a hasty 

 meal, as there were yet two or three hours of day- 

 light, I wandered in to the bush, accompanied 

 by my gun-bearer, Mabruki, a silent and keen-eyed 

 Wakamba savage, who in his youth had been a 



