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down for the clay. We never saw him again 

 at any rate that day. 



The next three days of our stay at Lapiir 

 were days of fasting and bad kick. When we 

 got back to camp after our early morning 

 stalk, we found the last scrap of meat was 

 finished, and our mornino- meal had to be 

 one of maize cakes and currants, a pretty 

 sounding menu, but one which does little 

 towards filling the aching void. 



As the sun got stronger, a plague of flies 

 manifested itself, small stupid beasts, who 

 had not the least idea of avoiding the hand of 

 the avenger, but generally managed to extract 

 a drop of your blood before vengeance over- 

 took them. 



Naturally our thoughts reverted to our 

 pipes, and having filled and lighted them, 

 our enemies fled for a time. ' By the way, 

 old fellow,' said Frank, ' that's the last pipe 

 of my bird's-eye, I suppose we shall have to 



