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sturdy individualism rather than of Socialism. 

 For Socialism, even if it were possible— by first 

 killing individual effort and personal spirit — would 

 soon bring national disaster at the hands of some 

 more vigorous power. 



At last the long-expected supplies came, and 

 we had a three days' trip down the river and 

 back in canoes to get them. Everything was 

 now ready for a start after the lions. It was 

 decided to hunt for a couple of months west of 

 the Quandoo, and then to work in towards the 

 Zambezi, with the hope that on the way we might 

 meet Mr. Venning, the Native Commissioner at 

 Sesheke, and with him try the pools known as 

 M'gwezi, this side of the Zambezi, where lions 

 were said to be pretty plentiful. Leaving the 

 camp about the middle of July in charge of my 

 little boy Sangallegwa and two smaller piccanin- 

 nies, I started out west with Tatello, three other 

 hunters, four bearers, and two young boys. 



We worked back towards the Okavango, but 

 it was some seven or eight days before we began 

 to find many signs of lions. Game was plentiful, 

 and there was no difficulty in keeping our camp 

 in meat ; by shooting an extra buck or so, in 

 particular one very big eland bull, we had no 

 trouble in procuring what grain was wanted 

 from the scattered Mombakush kraals in exchange 

 for meat and fat. I had made friends with a 

 little party of bushmen that we came across, by 

 shooting a wildebeeste for them, and I took two 



