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WILDERNESS FOLK 89 



was put on the saddle he groaned as if in great pain. 

 And when he got the order to rise, emphasized by a 

 stiff toe prod, he would snort and cry out as if he were 

 being beaten unmercifully. 



In the meantime the other camels were going 

 through their own expressions of misery. Probably 

 they took their cue from the leader. The exchanges, 

 no doubt, ran something like this: 

 Oh, what a terrible life!" 

 'Yes, and such heavy loads they put on us." 

 My back, oh, my back; how my hump aches!" 



''Well, it hasn't anything on my hind legs." 



"I suppose we're going miles and miles today." 



"Yes, and it's terribly hot!" 



"Oh, oh, oh!" 



"Oh, oh, oh!" 



After a performance of this sort it's a pleasure to 

 have dealings with lions. I shall tell more fully 

 later how Carl Akeley helped us find a little valley 

 where the lions had never been disturbed. Then for 

 the first time I got a clear pictiu-e of lion personality. 

 Eleven imconcemed lions were right out in plain 

 sight, loafing around in the grass and panting with the 

 heat. Some were asleep; one old male rolled over 

 with his fotur paws in the air while we were there. 



Slowly we approached, taking pictures as we went. 

 It seemed impossible that the animals would continue 

 to lie right out there in the open and neither charge 



