MEMBA SASA 



I WISH I could plunge you at once into the excite- 

 ments of big game in Africa, but I cannot truth- 

 fully do so. To be sure, we went hunting that after- 

 noon, up over the low cliffs, and we saw several of a 

 very lively little animal known as the Chanler's 

 reedbuck. This was not supposed to be a game 

 country, and that was all we did see. At these we 

 shot several times — disgracefully. In fact, for 

 several days we could not shoot at all, at any range, 

 nor at anything. It was very sad, and very ag- 

 gravating. Afterward we found that this is an 

 invariable experience to the newcomer. The light 

 is new, the air is different, the sizes of the game are 

 deceiving. Nobody can at first hit anything. At 

 the end of five days we suddenly began to shoot our 

 normal gait. Why, I do not know. 



But in this afternoon tramp around the low cliffs 

 after the elusive reedbuck, I for the first time became 

 acquainted with a man who developed into a real 

 friend. 



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