An African Shooting Trip 



shot with the .577 when I should have tried 

 my Winchester. 



The waterless plain was ahead of us, and, to 

 help out the rice and dates, I bought a fatted 

 camel for the men, who enjoyed it hugely, 

 drying big strips over the fire, so as to pre- 

 serve it for the journey. The hump, one solid 

 mass of fat, weighed at least fifty pounds, but 

 the flesh had for us a strong, unpleasant taste, 

 and all we could manage were the marrow 

 bones, which were decidedly good. 



Arrived at the coast by an uninterrupted 

 journey, we parted from our staunch follow- 

 ers men who might joke and laugh about 

 the camp-fire in the evening should you be 

 killed during the day, while fighting it out 

 with dangerous game, but whom we admired 

 immensely for their bravery and manliness 

 men whom you knew you could trust to stay 

 with you at all times. 



We were most hospitably received by the 

 resident, and in a few days caught a boat, and 

 left with our skins and ivory, thorough believ- 

 ers in the native saying that Mohammed does 

 not count the days spent in shikar. 



Wm. Lord Smith. 

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