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for the occasion, which he did! The main dish came 

 out of a can. It was one of those flavor-sealed hams 

 and furnished a pleasant change from the monotony of 

 antelope meat; then there were canned peas, canned 

 tomatoes, canned jam, canned sardines, canned butter 

 — the tea also came out of a can but was mixed with 

 local water. Oh! yes, pishi was certainly proud of his 

 efforts! I often wondered what would become of us 

 if the cook lost his can opener! 



While partaking of this hohday repast, my thoughts 

 were thousands of miles away in my mountain home, 

 but Mike's interests were on tilings closer to camp, 

 and while waiting for Kahindi to bring in some more 

 shces of ham, he remarked on the unusual and some- 

 what humorous fact of our unsuccessful daily quests 

 for lion trophies as contrasted to our photographic 

 attainments with the same animal; that not once 

 during all our early morning excursions had we been 

 lucky enough to find one lion with a good mane. He 

 recalled a particular morning when we had gone out 

 long before dawn with high hopes, only to return 

 empty handed, even missing a shot at a lonely hyena, 

 and that after eating brealtfast, we had motored to 

 the hon donga to find our entire troop waiting for us 

 under a nice shady tree. 



It was really funny to think of getting up early 

 each morning to search all over the landscape for lions, 

 and faifing to find any, of then proceeding to our 

 rendezvous with Mr. Fehs Leo and his companions 

 near the family donga, there to spend the rest of the 

 day visiting with these eight fions, all of them just 

 as wild and bloodthirsty as any we had hoped to 

 shoot; the difference being, of course, that these 



