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hate. It was all a gross piece of bad management on 

 the part of Clarence. Even Homer nods. 



As a result of the exposure Cecily contracted rheu- 

 matism of some inflammatory description. We called 

 it rheumatism for want of a better name, but her illness 

 most coincided with something discussed in our medi- 

 cal work — our vade mecum — and most unfortunately 

 the page was lost and the name of the complaint, as 

 luck would have it, was on it. 



We decided it must be rheumatism and treated it 

 accordingly. The right arm was rendered quite useless, 

 and it was agony for the poor girl to do more than 

 crawl about. It was a most irritating affair for her 

 and ever so disappointing. The best sport of the trip 

 was now at hand. We were in the rhino country, and 

 at breakfast next morning a Somali hunter rode in — it 

 is marvellous the way in which these people track 

 caravans and then seem to drop in from nowhere — 

 and he brought news, great news for us. Clarence 

 introduced the man, a fine upstanding Berserk, who 

 gazed in bewilderment at the new type of sporting 

 sahib. A rhinoceros was in the vicinity, that much we 

 elicited, that much, and enough too. A flowing tobe 

 was the reward for these tidings of great joy. 



Leaving Clarence to glean all particulars, I rushed 

 to Cecily's tent to see if she would require me to remain 

 in camp with her. She said, nobly, " Of course not." 

 Truth to tell, I don't think I could have done it had 

 she asked me to. 



I was so overjoyed and excited that I saw to the 

 condition of my rifle ten times over. 



