XLVI 

 THE GREATER KUDU 



NEXT morning, in a joking manner, I tried to 

 impress Kongoni with a sense of delinquency 

 in not knowing better his directions, especially as 

 he had twice traversed the route. He declined to 

 be impressed. 



"It is not the business of man to walk at night," 

 he replied with dignity. 



And when you stop to think of it, it certainly is 

 not — in Africa. 



At this camp we lingered several days. The great 

 prize of our journeying still lacked, and, to tell the 

 truth, we had about given up hope if not our efforts. 

 Almost we had begun to believe our friends in 

 Nariobi who had scoifed at the uselessness of our 

 quest. Always we conscientiously looked over good 

 kudu country, hundreds of miles of it, and always 

 with the same lack of result, or even of encourage- 

 ment. Other game we saw in plenty, of a dozen 

 different varieties large and small; but our five weeks' 

 search had thus far yielded us only the sight of the 



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