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of these graceful little animals; they were never out 

 of sight. Arriving at the water hole, we found the 

 tsetse fly very bad thereabouts, while the water was 

 green and evil smeUing. 



We noticed several vultures perched in some near-by 

 thorn trees, and while going to investigate jumped a 

 wart hog boar from behind an ant hill. He ran a short 

 distance, then stood broadside on. It seems I could 

 never miss one of these porkers no matter whether it 

 were standing, running, close, or far away, and although 

 in this case it was a long shot, my first bullet finished 

 him for good. Upon discovering that one tusk was 

 entirely broken off, I was badly disappointed, for I 

 was certainly having bad luck in securing a wart hog 

 trophy. Shortly afterwards I shot a Grant's gazelle 

 for meat, never giving a thought to the head mitil 

 Maniki called my attention to it. The steel tape 

 said it was a close second to the world's record, so 

 I had it carefully skinned in order to bring it home 

 with me. 



The long dry season was almost at an end. The 

 short rains had freshened the country for a period, 

 refiUing the smaller ponds, but these were now dried 

 up, making it necessary for the game to congregate 

 in enormous numbers close to the larger supphes of 

 water. The long rains would soon begin, replenisliing 

 the pools in dry dongas and causing these herds to 

 scatter again over an immense territory. Now was 

 the time to secure pictures of animals coming to the 

 water holes, and, with this aim in view, we sallied forth 

 to locate suitable bomas along the course of the Serra 

 Nyiro. We spht into two crews, in order to rush the 

 work, constructing bhnds at six hkely places. During 



