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about 2 feet across the wings. At sunset they come 

 flapping out, and for a second or two afford a chance 

 of a difficult shot before they disappear through the 

 heath-trees towards the valley below. To judge 

 from the number of their tracks, which we found 

 about the camp and far up the mountain-sides 

 almost to the snow level, leopards and another 

 smaller cat were fairly common, but we never 

 chanced to see one. Our first night at Bujongolo 

 I shall never forget by reason of an earthquake, the 

 most severe I have ever felt, which awoke me from 

 a troubled sleep. Every moment— it seemed to 

 last for minutes instead of, probably, for a few 

 seconds only — I expected to see the cliff, which 

 made our roof, come crashing down to put an 

 untimely end to our travels. 



