MY AFRICAN EXPEDITION. 



sinewy, athletic cowboy, with a Roman nose, big mustache, chin whiskers, broad 

 sombrero, rattlesnake band, flowing hair, thick flannel shirt, belt around the waist, 

 containing cartridges, bowie-knife and two revolvers, while his Winchester was 

 hardly ever absent from his strong right hand. 



You have had a partial introduction to the remaining members of the expedition 

 Bob Marshall and Dick Brownell cousins and both slightly more than seventeen 

 years of age. These young gentlemen have made me promise not to give much in- 

 formation about them, though I can't understand why they should feel any objection, 

 since all that I could tell would be to their credit. 



I will say this, however: 

 they were strong, athletic 

 youths, belonging to good 

 families, bright, honest, 

 manly, and relatives of one 

 of the dearest friends I ever 

 had. It was their intention, 

 should they be spared to 

 return from the perilous 

 enterprise on which they 

 entered with such zest, to 

 become students in Yale 

 College, where they were 

 sure to make a creditable 

 record for themselves. 



There is considerable 

 more interesting informa- 

 tion that I could give about 

 these young men of whom 

 I am so fond, but they 

 won't let me. They are un- 

 willing even that I should 

 mention the commendable 

 fact that neither has ever 



JACK HARVEY AND 



" APACHK." 



tasted liquor, smoked or chewed tobacco, and that a profane word has never polluted 

 their lips; that they are affectionate and dutiful sons but really I must proceed no 

 further, or I shall have an account to settle with them when my good publishers 

 place this volume before you. 



Bob and Dick followed the advice of Mr. Carl Godkin, the leader of the expe- 

 dition, in all things. Like him, they wore the hunting costume most sensible for 

 Southern Africa, consisting of the helmet hat, the light but serviceable hunting coat 

 and trousers, which, like those of Jack Harvey, were.thrust in the top of their cavalry 

 boots. The latter were not the most comfortable for that climate, and many hunters 

 use only sandals, without stockings, while others go entirely barefoot, like the natives. 



