THE STORY OF AN OUTING 



One morning, in a comparatively narrow strip a mile 

 perhaps in width, between the river and the hills, I shot 

 five different animals, and in so doing I thoroughly 

 stirred up all the game present, and finally they became 

 so alarmed that they all stampeded, and going up-river 

 they passed by within a half-mile of me. It is an under- 

 statement to say that at least one thousand zebras and 

 one thousand hartebeests, together with much lesser 

 number of wildebeests, Grants, Tommies, impala, etc., 

 went by in the procession. 



A mile above me the procession divided, part continu- 



STREET IN NAIROBI 



ing on and part crossing the river. It was a wonderful 

 and beautiful sight, and one long to be remembered. 

 The difficulty in_^African- shoo tin vis not to kill a 



specimen, but to select goodLexamples, and getting the 

 cervidae that Africa affords is simply a question of going 

 where they are. To get all the different kinds of buck 



