OUR FIRST HUNTING EXPEDITION 



dare say the rhino rested by the edge in the cool. 

 It was a great disappointment, but had to be 

 borne. The spot we chose for our camping ground 

 was across that stream and then another ; as we 

 tramped along we came across numerous rhino 

 tracks and some elephant tracks, all leading to and 

 from the hills down to the plains. One track we 

 followed must have been made by a very huge 

 fellow, an elephant, who, as he crossed a stream 

 and climbed the opposite bank, evidently slipped 

 backwards again into the water. In fact, near 

 our camping ground the place was riddled with 

 tracks. 



How can I describe the happiness of reaching 

 camp after a very long, hot, and tiring march. We 

 arrived at the spot at the same time as the porters 

 and promptly stretched ourselves on the ground ; 

 my husband, making a porter pull out a bottle of 

 precious sparkling beer from one of the loads, sat 

 on the luncheon basket, and drank and drank it as 

 if it were nectar ; in fact I, too, did not despise nor 

 refuse my pull at the glass. Then while some of 

 the porters pitched the tents, others made off for 

 wood or water, fires were built, and Baruku 

 promptly began getting us something ready to eat. 

 Oh ! how we enjoyed slices of saddle of " Tommy" 

 with fried potatoes and onions, then water biscuits 

 and butter or jam to follow ; sometimes even a 

 savoury omelette of herbs which Baruku knew 



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