WITH FLASH LIGHT AND RIFLE 



CRANES FLYING 



our camp, for other unwelcome sounds begin to be 

 heard. Somewhere between us and the camp a striped 

 hyena is uttering her hideous howl; two jackals are re- 

 sponding not so very far off. Just ahead of us some 

 animal takes fright, and, running with long leaps, dis- 

 appears in the reed thickets. It is, fortunately for us, 

 only a reedbuck. Now we have reached our camp. 

 The fires have been our guides. Filled with the many 

 impressions and emotions called forth by the magic of 

 a tropical night, we lie down to rest. 



