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did not get back to camp until after three. Next day the 

 launch fetched in the rest of the hippo meat. 



From this camp we went into Naivasha, on the line of 

 the railway. In many places the road was beautiful, lead- 

 ing among the huge yellow trunks of giant thorn-trees, the 



Mr. Roosevelt's big bull hippo 

 From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt 



ground rising sheer on our left as we cantered along the 

 edge of the lake. We passed impalla, tommies, zebra, and 

 wart-hog; and in one place saw three waterbuck cows feed- 

 ing just outside the papyrus at high noon. They belonged 

 to a herd that lived in the papyrus and fed on the grassy 

 flats outside; and their feeding in the open exactly at noon 

 was another proof of the fact that the custom of feeding 

 in the early morning and late evening is with most game 

 entirely artificial and the result of fear of man. Birds 



