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a giant bird weighing about forty pounds, which I 

 was taking to the mill boss. Driving up to the mine, 

 we found everything quiet, the familiar noise of the 

 stamps being absent. Upon going to the manager's 

 house we learned that he had just died of black-water 

 fever and that his assistant was down sick with 

 pneumonia. KiU-a-man-ezy was keeping up its sin- 

 ister reputation. 



On the return journey we discovered that a new camp 

 had been set up a short way from the road. In Africa 

 strange faces are always welcome, so we drove over to 

 the tents, where we were greeted by a noted African 

 hunter, Jack Lucy, who hobbled out with a sprained 

 ankle. He asked us to sit down and shouted for the boy 

 to bring tea. When this arrived we grouped around 

 our tea cups and cake, swapping hon and elephant ex- 

 periences. Lucy had heard about my trouble with the 

 lion that came to life after I had shot him through 

 the eye, so at his request I told the story. 



About two weeks after establishing Camp Simba we 

 went to look for another camp, one if possible that 

 would be close to a spring, for it seemed we were 

 spending a great amount of time transporting water, 

 this in spite of the fact that nobody was ever dis- 

 covered taking a bath. 



While on this mission we entered a country of roll- 

 ing hills, threading our way through a parkhke valley 

 which was all green with new grass. Mimosa and 

 camel's thorn trees were scattered in clusters over the 

 landscape. Groups of topi, kongoni, and \\ildebeest 

 stood in the shade of these trees, while here and there 

 herds of tommies and zebra made moving patches in 

 the sunlight. 



