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of beauty and color nor was the beauty only of color 

 and shape, for at dawn the bird songs made real music. 

 The naturalists trapped many small mammals: big-eared 

 mice looking like our white-footed mice, mice with spiny 

 fur, mice that lived in trees, rats striped like our chip- 

 munks, rats that jumped like jerboas, big cane-rats, dor- 

 mice, and tiny shrews. Meercats, things akin to a small 

 mongoose, lived out in the open plains, burrowing in com- 



A wounded wildebeest 

 From a photograph by Kcnnit Roosevelt 



panics like prairie dogs, very spry and active, and looking 

 like picket pins when they stood up on end to survey us. 

 I killed a nine-foot python which had swallowed a rab- 

 bit. Game was not plentiful, bat we killed enough for 

 the table. I shot a wildebeest bull one day, having edged 

 up to it on foot, after missing it standing; I broke it down 

 with a bullet through the. hips as it galloped across my front 

 at three hundred yards. Kermit killed our first topi, a bull; 

 a beautiful animal, the size of a hartebeest, its glossy coat 

 with a satin sheen, varying from brown to silver and purple. 

 By the Guaso Nyero we halted for several days; and 

 we arranged to leave Mearns and Loring in a permanent 

 camp, so that they might seriously study and collect the 



