GLIMPSES OF EAST AFRICA AND ZANZIBAR 



Next day we again tried for that elusive water- 

 buck ; we saw the does and a young buck, but they 

 always covered the retreat of the old one. My 

 husband eventually shot the young one for its skin. 

 It dropped, as we thought, quite dead, but we could 

 not find it, although we hunted for hours, not liking 

 to leave it. We told Saidi and a couple of porters 

 to hunt the other side of the stream and they pre- 

 tended to do so, but when we came upon them 

 peacefully sitting down Saidi suddenly developed 

 a big pain in his stomach as an excuse. Too much 

 food, too little work, if it were real. Again I was 

 done out of a skin I longed for. 



I saw a young leopard or large cerval cat, but 

 too late to warn my husband, who had only a run- 

 ning shot, and missed in the thick grass. In the 

 evening again my husband went out to hunt for that 

 waterbuck, but only saw a doe digging up the 

 ground. 



I was busy mending my boots with patches 

 made of kongoni skin, as my stockings appeared 

 peeping through the holes. The porters were much 

 interested, as I sat digging a huge needle through 

 the patch and my boot. Saidi came to me with a 

 very big pain — I knew it was too much bushbuck, 

 so administered calomel. A large amount of meat 

 had been drying on a table arrangement over the 

 fire, and then I saw it hanging in bundles from 

 the tent. Baruku told me it was all finished ; I was 



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