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bull reached Berlin, where he has been in the Zoological 

 Gardens for some years. Herr Dominik has given a 

 lucid account of his hunt in his book entitled The 

 Cameroons, and it was not without a certain feeling of 

 envy that I read those interesting pages. 



How well fitted out these colonial police officers 

 always are for the carrying through of such an expe- 

 dition, and how scanty by comparison the resources of a 

 private individual! It is to be hoped that the next 

 attempt of this kind may be successful, but there seems 

 little prospect of this just at present. 



But what I regretted, perhaps even more than my 

 failure to capture the young animal, was my having been 

 unable to take a photograph of those five-and-twenty 

 elephants rushing towards me. Willingly would 1 have 

 given a finger of my hand to have been able to take a 

 really good picture of those mighty, infuriated animals in 

 the middle of their onrush. 



In December 1900 I had a somewhat similar ex- 

 perience. After about eight days of fruitless endeavour 

 upon a part of the velt which was already covered with 

 green, I came upon a small herd of elephants, out of which, 

 after killing his mother, I managed to capture a small 

 bull about a year and a half old. It was only with the 

 greatest trouble that I secured him he had no tusks, 

 fortunately by getting right in front of him and over- 

 throwing him, and thus giving my Wandorobo an oppor- 

 tunity of fastening his hind-legs with thongs of leather. 

 With immense difficulty we got the animal back to camp ; 

 but for lack of enough milk I did not succeed in keeping 



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