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truck, where I could hear her panting like a dog. 

 Once in a while she would glance up at me and then 

 resume her siesta. Later we dragged the meat over 

 to the old Masai manyatta in order to photograph a 

 few scenes and secured film of them going in and out 

 of the huts. This wasn't our idea, but rather their 

 own. They would go into the huts to seek the shade; 

 then when we would start the motor they would come 

 busthng out thinking we were running away with the 

 meat. After working with them for a while we motored 

 three or four miles to an inviting water hole to have 

 lunch. As we approached we saw several geese, so 

 stopping the truck I took my shotgun and com- 

 menced a wide circle in order to get behind some 

 bushes which would put me in range of the birds. 

 While stalking along intently thinking of roast wild 

 goose, I was nearly startled out of my wits when a 

 huge wart hog jumped out of a hole from almost under 

 my feet. In spite of my hurry to shoot the geese, 

 I tarried to watch this most ludicrous of all African 

 animals .as he trotted away, with his head held high 

 and his tail straight up in the air. Then I continued 

 my stalk, securing two fat Egyptian geese, whose flesh 

 would be another welcome rehef from antelope steaks. 

 While we were eating lunch beneath a spreading 

 mimosa tree which stood near the pool of water, we 

 watched a small Masai boy who was attending a large 

 herd of cattle. Later, with a sardine sandwich in one 

 hand and the ever-necessary rifle in the other, I stroUed 

 over to visit this twelve-year-old ebon youth. I had 

 often admired the courage of these totos, who, in a 

 country fuU of prowhng Carnivora, with only a short 

 spear for a weapon, stood guard over the cattle of 



