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digging holes for the rear wheels to set in, thus lower- 

 ing the end of the truck down to the ground. This 

 idea worked fme and, after a httle tugging and 

 pushing, we managed to get the hon safely aboard. 



Now it commenced to sprinkle and we found our- 

 selves up against another problem — that of getting 

 the truck out of the holes. After working frantically 

 with the jack and pieces of wood, we successfully 

 overcame this difficulty, but it was now commencing 

 to rain and we felt sure it soon would be pouring 

 doANTi in bucketfuls. On this occasion our pessimistic 

 forecast was wrong, because after running tlirough a 

 drizzle for a short while, we reached dry veldt and 

 continued on our w ay to camp without further trouble. 



After completing our work with the giraffe, we 

 expended several days in attending to minor tasks, 

 expecting every hour that Ted would return. We 

 went down to the lion donga to see if our troop were 

 still there. We found them at home, evidently hungry, 

 for they trotted out to meet the truck and gave other 

 evidences of being glad to see us again. We had long 

 ago learned to judge their hunger by the sort of recep- 

 tion we received; if famished they would eagerly run 

 toward the truck when it approached, but if a kill 

 had been made by themselves, it was a different story. 

 In that case they would look at us with a far-away 

 expression, seeming to say, "Where have I met you 

 before.^" and sometimes would even yawn right in 

 our faces! 



Driving to the water hole, we left the truck, making 

 a foot trek to some rocks out on the veldt. Upon 

 returning an hour or so later, we found the hons 

 grouped around the truck, and, while photographing 



