OUR FIRST HUNTING EXPEDITION 



threw earth over himself. In his hurry getting 

 over the fallen trunk of a tree he must have slipped 

 a dozen feet or more. My husband had a glimpse 

 of him at the top, and then lost his track among 

 the others, but it did not matter, as he saw his 

 ivories were too small to shoot. 



My husband did not know, till he was nearly at 

 the top of the hill, that the orderly had been fol- 

 lowing close on his heels with the rifle loaded and 

 not on the " safe," and pointed straight at his spine ; 

 which, considering the branches and twigs which 

 surrounded them, and the number of times the man 

 had slipped up, was exceedingly dangerous, and it 

 was lucky my better-half returned to camp alive. 



They returned very tired indeed, and hot and 

 much cut about by the branches. I had waited a 

 long time for them, and then getting tired of so 

 doing had gone on with my gun-bearer and the 

 porter who carried the luncheon basket to the place 

 I thought suitable for our next camp. The porters 

 soon followed, and we pitched the tents by a stream 

 just under the highest peak of Mount Kinangop, 

 with old elephant tracks all around us and spur 

 fowl in the valley of the stream. It was windy 

 and bitterly cold when we took a walk down the 

 stream, only seeing a snipe to reward us. 



Next day, after striking camp early, we crossed 

 several streams and a lovely gorge, and walked on 

 for about an hour. Then to our surprise the fool 



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