The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



Obtaining leave shortly afterwards I borrowed 

 a launch, and accompanied by Gallwey, a friend 

 and colleague, I started off to pay Jock a visit. 

 His village was but some thirty miles across 

 country, but by the creeks the distance was 

 nearer fifty. We arrived the same afternoon 

 and, having anchored close to shore, set off to 

 interview " Jock o' Hazeldean," as Gallwey 

 christened the chief. 



The village was but a hundred yards from the 

 shore, and only one inhabitant could be seen 

 an old man, crooning to himself in the sun. 



" Where Jock be ? " I asked, and with a start 

 the ancient one answered me by setting off to a 

 two-storied wooden house, verandahed in the 

 upper part. 



" Hallo, Jock ! I be come to catch elephant." 



" You be fit to catch 'em ? " 



" I be fit." 



" Where them gun be ? " 



" He live for boat." 



" I look 'em ? " 



" You come for boat ; I be fit to show 'em." 



We invited the chief to " chop " with us that 

 evening, and have some whisky, and he said he 

 would bring palm-oil chop as his contribution, 

 and invited us to sleep in his house. Punctual 

 to time the guest appeared, a boy carrying a 

 china soup-tureen full of the very rich food. 



Jock had arranged for a hunter and guide to 



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