no THE LAND OF THE LION 



is a sight that should give pause to the careless shot. No 

 man has a right to kill things carelessly, or to waste life; 

 least of all to inflict pain, and continuous pain, just because 

 he is lazy. If he is a good shot, nine times out of ten his 

 chosen beast dies with far less suffering, than if it died 

 by disease, driven forth from the herd, or by the lion's 

 grip. It moves but a few paces from the place it received 

 its death shot. If he is a poor shot, he will only fire at 

 game within his killing distance, which distance is soon 

 learned by all. But no man, surely, should leave the thing 

 he has chosen to kill, to slowly die. The people of the 

 country are often peculiarly careless in this respect. Game 

 has been and is so plentiful, "Let it go, there are 

 many more." 



The natives and Somali have no feeling whatever 

 about inflicting pain. It never occurs, seemingly, even to 

 the most intelligent of them, that an animal should be 

 considered at all. You must act for your servants, and 

 insist that they obey your orders, punish any breach of 

 them immediately. So far as they are concerned nothing 

 more can be done. 



And this leads me to say something of "tracking." 

 Every sefari should number among its porters men who 

 can track, who know at a glance the meaning of a foot- 

 mark that may baffle you or escape you altogether. Some 

 experienced hunters advise the engaging of N'dorobo 

 trackers and say there are none so good. I have found 

 the Wakamba to be about the best trackers in the country. 

 The Wakamba are a hunting tribe and all the little but 

 important matters, such as skinning, cleaning heads, 

 making kobokos, they are adepts at. 



Your gunboy is, of course, a good tracker. All his " chits " 

 say so. Alas, chits are usually as reliable as cooks* refer- 

 ences at home. Men who continually do nothing but abuse 

 their gunbearers while they employ them, in some mis- 



