THE SETTIT RIVER 153 



February Qih. Spent a fruitless night in the machan. 

 Nothing stirred whatever. In the morning I went up 

 the left bank for tetel, with an equally disappointing 

 result. Saw four tetel in all, but had no chance of 

 a shot, and was not even sure of the sex of more 

 than one, which had a calf at foot. Saw also ariel 

 and gazelle, but was not tempted to shoot, and 

 decided to move from a place where I have had 

 nothing but the worst of luck. In the afternoon I 

 went fishing. M. insisted that pieces of fish were as 

 good bait as pieces of meat, and I dangled them on 

 my hook for an hour without a bite. Changing in 

 desperation to pieces of meat, I got bites as soon 

 as the meat reached the bottom, and finally fairly 

 hooked a carp of 3 Ib. or so, which A. knocked off 

 by unskilful using of the gaff. I then tied up a kid 

 in the evening without success. 



February 1th. During the night, at moonset, 

 I was much disgusted to hear a lion start roaring up- 

 stream, and gradually come down the river apparently 

 right past the site of the machan which I had occupied 

 without success for five consecutive nights. However, 

 I could not afford to stop here any longer, so broke 

 camp and removed to Zuhani, though feeling decidedly 

 headachy. On the way I sat over two meshras 

 for hartebeest, without success, though gazelle and 

 ariel literally came within biscuit range. Later on I 

 saw a wart-hog, but the tushes were not good enough, 



