in ON SAFARI 39 



rival secure a coveted tit-bit of still quivering 

 flesh is a sight to be remembered. Indeed I 

 have more than once seen a desperate fight with 

 knives take place over the possession of a tooth- 

 some morsel. When he has secured a good haul 

 of meat, the native loves to make himself a rude 

 shelter, in which to gorge to his heart's content and 

 watch the sun dry up such strips of flesh as he is unable 

 to devour at the moment. 



