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warrior strolled in from the bush to ask for medicine, 

 and we found that he had been badly mauled. He ex- 

 plained that a troop of Uons had been bothering his 

 cattle, so he and a friend had gone out to chase them 

 away. A male lion had charged him and his spear 

 had missed the mark; whereupon the cat bore him to 

 the ground, biting through his arm and shoulder. 

 The friend then ran up and jumping on the lion's 

 back took hold of its ears, which he twisted until the 

 animal turned and bowled him over. They both lay 

 there for some time, probably unconscious, for he said 

 when he awoke the lion had gone away but the friend 

 was still sleeping. Although the shoulder and arm 

 muscles were badly torn, this man entirely recovered, 

 but his companion died — a sacrifice on the altar of 

 friendship. 



When another journey to Lake Baringo proved fruit- 

 less in the securing of crocodile pictures, I came to the 

 conclusion that our methods would have to be changed, 

 for when we arrived the water was seething with these 

 cold-blooded reptiles, and although I counted thirty 

 heads close to our bait, there was nothing on the hook. 

 This lake is simply alive with animal, reptile, and bird 

 life of many kinds. On this occasion we counted 

 fifty hippopotami in addition to the himdreds of 

 crocodiles and spent some time watching a huge snake 

 as it swam shoreward with its head lifted about three 

 feet out of the water. 



Inland and along the shore were many thousands of 

 birds — geese, ducks, flamingos, wliite ibis, pelicans, 

 storks, cranes, herons, snipe, fish eagles, hawks, vul- 

 tures, plovers, and some others. On our way back 

 to camp we encountered wart hogs, zebra, impalla, 



