CLOSING INCIDENTS OF THE 

 ROOSEVELT AFRICAN HUNT. 



Search for the -White Ehinoeeros and Other Eare Big and Small Game — Interest- 

 ing Adventures in Wildest and Darkest Africa, Uganda and Belgian Congo — Down the 

 Nile. 



When Colonel Roosevelt and the Smithsonian scientific expedition of 

 naturalists and explorers arrived at Kampala, the native capital of the Uganda 

 Protectorate, four days before Christmas, they had completed the first stage 

 of their great enterprise and entered upon the second. They now left behind 

 them such indications of civilization and progress as railroads and telegraphs 

 and entered wildest Africa, where they had to rely on their own feet for loco- 

 motion and could not even expect to hear from the outside world by mail. 



The end of Colonel Roosevelt's last trip in the British East African Pro- 

 tectorate had been spectacular. This safari trip, which was the fourth one 

 made out of Nairobi, gave our ex-President and his party an opportunity to 

 witness an exciting hunt at A. E. Hoy's farm at Singoi, in the Guaso 

 Nguisho country, and the spearing of a lion by Nandi warriors. 



As soon as Colonel Roosevelt had arrived on the back of his favorite 

 horse. Tranquility, followed by a long stream of porters, which came wind- 

 ing across the veldt toward the station at Nairobi, looking like a string of 

 ants, the stars and stripes being held aloft by a giant native, and the sound of 

 horns making strange discords with the chanting of the weird and elusive 

 safari song, the game of cornering an angry lion by native spearmen began. 



The band of seventy almost naked men, with their long sharp spears, at- 

 tended by the chosen spectators, the latter being mounted, proceeded down a 

 long valley where the grass was thick and thorn trees lined the edges. 



Soon a lion was observed not more than 400 yards in front. Immedi- 

 ately the warriors gave chase, and in less than twO' miles they had rounded 

 up the king of the wilderness. The horsemen then approached, and it was 

 seen that the lion at bay was a full-grown, black-maned one. 



The spearmen began their task of surrounding their quarry. Everyman 



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