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running water with almost no clothes on seemed 

 about the nicest possible way to pass the time. 

 There was a professional elephant hunter on 



Little Tim. 



board. He was a quiet, reserved sort of man, pleas- 

 ant, and not at all bloodthirsty in appearance. He 

 had spent twenty years shooting in Africa, and had 

 killed three hundred elephants. On his last trip, dur- 

 ing which he spent nearly four years in the Congo, 



