GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



bottle, and it soon sucked it well. At first I feared I 

 should have to have it killed as it could not walk, 

 its poor little back legs gave way when it tried, but 

 after some days it grew better, and finally, perfectly 

 well. My wee kitten loved it and followed it about 

 wherever it went — the two were always to be seen 

 together ; sometimes I put them to bed in a whisky 

 case in our bathroom, and they were quite happy. 



A lady lent me a real baby's bottle, which was 

 much better for the little gazelle ; of course I always 

 had the milk diluted ; many little wild animals die 

 because when caught people feed them on pure 

 milk, which is much too strong for them to digest. 

 The little thing would run anywhere after the bottle, 

 and would come and butt one with its head if it 

 were hungry. Later on I had to return the baby's 

 bottle, but the mouth-piece put over the mouth of 

 a medicine bottle did just as well. Eventually it 

 had grown-up food, and lived in a kennel wired in 

 under the bungalow, for it ate up my roses and 

 carnations in the early mornings and evenings. 

 During the day it was either in the bungalow or in 

 the garden ; I could trust it not to eat the flowers 

 while the sun was out. It grew very quickly and 

 became so strong, kicking itself out of the arms of 

 the boy who looked after it. Its friend the wee 

 kitten never forsook it, and washed its face for it 

 and followed it about ; wherever one brown thing 

 was there was the other, for the kitten was the off- 



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