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the calf killed by his son, Kermit. This left one 

 young bull and two large bulls still to be secured, 

 and to that end we addressed our efforts during the 

 succeeding weeks. 



For nine days we hunted the Nzoia River region, 

 but without seeing an elephant. There were kon- 

 goni, zebra, topi, waterbuck, wart-hogs, reedbuck, 

 oribi, eland, and Uganda cob, but scour the country 

 as we would, we saw no sign of elephant except the 

 broad trails in the grass and the countless evidences 

 that they had been in the region some time before. 

 The country was beautiful and wholesome. There 

 was lots of game for our table, from the most de- 

 licious grouse to the oribi, whose meat is the tender- 

 est I have ever eaten. There were ducks and geese 

 and Kavirondo crane; and sometimes eland, as fine 

 in flavor as that of the prize steer of the fat-stock 

 show. Then there were reedbuck and cob, both of 

 which are very good to eat. So our tins of camp pie 

 and kippered herring and ox tongue remained un- 

 opened and we lived as we never had before. 



When the day's hunt was over the sun in a splen- 

 did effort painted such sublime sunsets above 

 Mount Elgon as I had never dreamed of. And the 

 music of hundreds of African birds along the riv- 

 er's edge greeted us with the cool, delightful dawn. 

 Purely from an aesthetic standpoint, our days on 

 the Nzoia were ones never to be forgotten, while 

 from the standpoint of the man who loves to see 

 wild game and doesn't care much about killing it, 

 the bright, clear days on the Nzoia were memorable 



