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morning we made wheel tracks back to the Sand 

 River, the best country in wliich to secure pictures of 

 impalla, and, making our new camp some three miles be- 

 yond the stream, remained until our work with these 

 interesting and graceful antelopes had been completed. 



While the camp was being arranged, the discovery 

 was made that some important equipment had been 

 left at the Gurmeti, so Bud and I went back to fetch 

 it. While returning late that night, four big lions 

 jumped across the road about fifty yards in front of 

 us, two of them having magnificent manes. 



Notliing else happened except that we broke another 

 front spring. Morning disclosed that most of the 

 leaves were gone, also other items that could not be 

 replaced, so once again we back trailed to look for 

 the missing parts. Upon arrival at the spot where 

 we had encountered the hons, Bud, Mike, and I fol- 

 lowed their spoor for quite a while, over the veldt and 

 through thorn thickets, but the ground was too hard 

 for successful tracking and we finally gave it up as a 

 hopeless job. Maniki and the boy whom I had paid 

 off at Narok, when he complained of being sick, were 

 with us. When Ted came through that post, enroute 

 to the Gurmeti, tliis latter boy had rejoined our safari, 

 hoping to get my permission upon arrival. He had 

 not returned to Nairobi, but had spent his time and 

 money gambhng with the native soldiers at Narok. 



Bud had just started the motor when tliis boy 

 suddenly yelled he had lost his tobacco pouch. Mike 

 told him to forget it, but, in spite of our commands, he 

 jumped from the moving truck and ran back to search 

 for it. After waiting some time, we continued our 

 hunt for the truck parts, then returned to camp, think- 



