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serious coDsequences. These cubs were quite large 

 and very husky. They did plenty of growling and 

 would rush at anyone who passed close. I had the 

 boys build a substantial cage for them, this addition to 

 our zoo making it a rather pretentious exhibit. 



We sallied forth several times either to find the 

 ground too soft or to be rained upon. These delays 

 were worse than annoying, because I never knew what 

 would happen next and always feared that something 

 might transpire to disrupt my plans entirely. It was 

 cloudy at daybreak on December fifteenth but cleared 

 later in the morning, so with the entire crew aboard 

 the trucks, and the Nandi arrayed in full war dress, we 

 headed for the Uon country. When we arrived at the 

 place where we had hoped to find a Hon, we discovered 

 several about, and started at once to stage the big show. 



We took the Nandi to a position between the hons 

 and the donga, with instructions to form their circle 

 from there while we attempted to separate an old male 

 from the others. They were to let all the others get 

 through the fine. The Hons paid no attention to the 

 trucks, but when they saw these warriors on foot, 

 things began to happen and continued to happen for 

 some time. It was all so quick that it was like trying 

 to watch a three-ring circus. My memory still pic- 

 tures the barbaric and wild scene of hons running this 

 way and that, of warriors rushing hither and yon, of 

 the camera car being driven like mad over the veldt. 

 Every few yards we would hit a pig hole; each time my 

 thought bemg that the entire car would come to pieces. 

 Once part of my camera fittings came loose and scat- 

 tered over the landscape, but I had mighty httle time 

 to think about this, for Mike came to a sudden stop in 



