GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



bush, leaving the does to put the enemy off his 

 track. 



I often wonder if they know that a sportsman 

 will not shoot does, or if it is the same instinct of 

 unselfishness one sees in woman ; though a man 

 would hardly follow the buck's example and run 

 away, leaving his womenkind to face the danger. 

 A porter came to me in great tribulation saying 

 Baruku had beaten him, he even turned his glossy 

 back round for me to see the exact spot. We re- 

 velled in the cool air of the evening ; in fact it was 

 very cold at night and somewhat damp, as it some- 

 times rained a little. After looking around next 

 morning early, my husband thought he saw three 

 rhinos in the far distance, so we started to cross the 

 bit of plain which still separated us from the hill 

 sides. We descended our ravine and crossed it, 

 then found on the other side we had to wade through 

 very swampy rather high grass. We descended 

 and crossed two more ravines, which also were ex- 

 ceedingly pretty ; the currents were strong and the 

 water knee deep, but, nothing daunted, on we went. 

 A third stream proved, instead of water rushing 

 over rocks, to be slow and swampy and full of high 

 reeds. I watched my husband try it first, and as he 

 soon found himself up to his waist in water, he came 

 back. I have a horror of swampy water, so we 

 tried another spot, which was narrower and which 

 we (even I) managed to jump. Fear of the water 



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