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had become so accustomed to killing their own food that 

 they were suspicious of a bait. If it had been possible 

 to spend several days here, more than likely we would 

 have found plenty of customers. Before leaving we 

 shot three more zebras for Kitchamuh, thus leaving 

 the village in a happy and prosperous condition. 

 After fighting mud for the balance of that day and most 

 of the next, we droye into camp, finding that the popu- 

 lation had been increased by Mona and Ted, who had 

 come down from the shamba in Mike's touring cor. 



After the work of the day, I would sit down to my 

 typewriter and, by the light of a gasoline lantern, 

 write my daily notes, but was finally forced to give up 

 this night work by the thousands of bugs that came 

 flying in from all over the continent of Africa to bang 

 against my face, get into my ears, and to get squashed 

 on the paper by the typewTiter keys. When I would 

 hit a key, instead of making a letter on the paper, it 

 more often flattened out a beetle or sausage bug. 

 The httle foxes had now become very tame and as 

 their principle diet consists of insects, they greatly 

 enjoyed this deluge of bugs. One night I had a 

 bright idea and placed the gasoline lantern on the 

 ground. Immediately aU the insects were attracted 

 there and our wfld doggies, as the bat-eared foxes are 

 caUed locaUy, had the time of their fives scurrying 

 around in high glee after everything from flying ants 

 to huge beetles that weighed several ounces. As there 

 was no end to the insects or to their appetites, I had 

 to watch carefuQy and remove the lamp just before 

 the fittle doggies popped. They had a friend who 

 would join them once in awhile, a big bleary-eyed hop- 

 toad, with an appetite as large as theirs, and I can 



