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on it. It was little short of a tragedy for me. Then 

 I examined my camera, and to my intense disgust 

 found that in climbing the rocks I had managed 

 to move the sights of the machine, and had been 

 photographing right over the top of the animals. So in 

 the end I had nothing to show for my trip ! 



The story of the " jumping hares " is one about 

 which I was often chaffed, really without due cause. 



At the time when I was camped near the Naivasha 

 Lake a party of us, including Mr. Percival, Dr. Loring, 

 a member of ex-President Roosevelt's expedition, and 

 my old comrade Clark, spent an evening together at 

 the hotel. 



As usual, the conversation soon turned upon the 

 subject of big game, in which we all took a great 

 interest. From this we drifted naturally enough on 

 to that of my photographic work, and the flash-light 

 branch in particular. The others were all anxious to 

 see some photographs actually taken at night, and 

 someone suggested that we should go out forthwith 

 in quest of jumping hares. The latter sound like 

 the sort of beasts one would expect to see after 

 dinner, but I should explain that they really do 

 exist. 



One of the party, Mr. Goby, the permanent way 

 inspector, knew all about those jumping hares and 

 their modes of life ; moreover, he assured me that he 

 had an acetylene lamp which would almost mesmerise 



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