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where there are so many beasts of prey seeking what 

 they may devour. 



I was glad to find that B. seemed somewhat 

 better, and was able to do a little shooting and 

 secure specimens of gerenuk, waterbuck, and im- 

 pala. Mrs. B. was as successful as usual, and 

 among other trophies secured a good oryx after 

 a long and trying stalk. 



As we were marching quietly along soon after leav- 

 ing Kurseine, my Samburu guide, Papai, suddenly 

 showed signs of great excitement, and drew our 

 attention to a tiny bird, fluttering and twittering 

 in front of us in a very curious fashion. On ask- 

 ing him through Abbudi what its antics meant, he 

 replied, "He is telling us where to get honey." I 

 was naturally very much interested, and when Papai 

 asked me if I would halt the safari for a little while 

 so that he might go and rob the nest, I willingly 

 consented and myself accompanied the old Samburu, 

 who now relinquished to the tiny bird his role of 

 guide. The little thing, which was barely the size 

 of a wren, twittered and chirruped and fluttered 

 along from one bush to another, looking round 

 pertly all the time to see if we were following. In 

 this way it led us on for about a quarter of a mile, 

 until at last it came to a dead stop, and took up its 

 position on a tree, where it remained motionless. 



Papai then told us that we were now close to the 



