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far more important, it made a good film. When you 

 are taking a long and dangerous journey for one object 

 only you judge ever5^hing from the point of view of 

 your success or failure in attaining that object. 



You cannot, of course, expect to get pictures every 

 day, and after the adventure with the eland I took a 

 blank trek philosophically. It was the luck of the 

 game. We saw plenty of spoor — Hon, rhino and odd 

 animals — but we had to push on to the next water-hole 

 and so could spend no time on turning off the track. 

 A leopard and a rhino served to break the monotony 

 so far as the cowboys were concerned, but the rest of 

 us knew that there would be plenty of rhino and 

 leopards — too many, perhaps — ahead. 



We camped for the night at a small river, from 

 which I decided to send Ulyate back for another 

 wagon-load of stores, as I wanted to be on the safe 

 side before trekking into the Sotik country. And 

 we were now practically in the Rift Valley, where, 

 as I knew well, both rhino and lions were plentiful, 

 so it was no waste of time to fix up a regular camp 

 and use it as a base until Ulyate returned. 



I arranged to have the hunting carried out on a 

 regular plan, using almost all the members of the 

 expedition for the purpose of driving the game up 

 to my cameras. Practically speaking, we had a long 

 line, sweeping round in a semicircle, with mounted 

 men at each end and carriers between. There were 



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