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man-eater. We were glad to have finished his 

 career. 



All the flies in all the world seemed to join in at the 

 skinning, and we went back to camp, breakfast, and 

 a bath of sorts. 



We rested that day, seeing to all the trophies, the 

 new acquisition included, instructing the men where 

 to rub the skins and where not. Taking them all 

 round, every specimen was in good condition. 



We progressed during the evening hours as long as 

 the light held. The climbing was now quite a big 

 thing, and for one step forward we seemed to go two 

 back. A sounder of wart-hog crossed our front, and 

 Cecily bagged a small sow, quite by mistake, but it 

 was the animal's own fault for growing tushes. This 

 freak occurs often, and I don't think one can be 

 blamed if accidents happen through this mistaken 

 habit. Accidents always do happen when femininity 

 adopts the attributes which are the prerogative of the 

 masculine gender. Anyway, the pig was a great 

 luxury in the way of a change on the daily menu. Of 

 course we had to dress it ourselves — a bit of a set back. 

 We fried some chops for supper that night, and smiled 

 to ourselves as we thought we could almost rival 

 Chicago for quick despatch. 



The next big undertaking was the negotiating of 

 the Upper Sheik, a big affair indeed, and we set off 

 with not a few qualms as to our success. The fore- 

 most camel looked as though if he fell he must carry 

 all the others with him in swift rush downwards. We 

 took care to lead the van. 



