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pads of his feet scorched by the flames. Of the 

 lioness I saw nothing more. She evaded the 

 flames and her pursuers somehow, and though 

 badly wounded she got clean away. The next 

 morning we went right through the unburned 

 portion of the swamp, thinking she might be 

 lying up there, but it was of no avail. 



The two mauled " boys " were bandaged and 

 their wounds bathed with corrosive sublimate 

 and permanganate of potash. The Wanyamwezi 

 quickly recovered, but the Kavirondo had to be 

 taken to the Nyeri Hospital and left in charge 

 of the Indian attendant there. He was making 

 fair progress, however, and wept when I told 

 him that he could not continue on the " safari," 

 but would have to be medically treated until 

 the bites of the lioness had healed. It is wonderful 

 how quickly the most fearful cuts and tears 

 heal up in a native. The wounds the unfortunate 

 Kavirondo sustained would probably have meant 

 death to the majority of white men, but I feel 

 quite certain that to-day he is none the worse 

 for his mauling. 



On the open plains outside Nyeri, we enjoyed 

 some good sport with Jackson's hartebeeste 

 and Thomson's gazelle. There was, however, 

 not a great deal of game around there, and what 

 there was took a tremendous amount of stalking, 

 for it was very, very wild and shy. One after- 

 noon I had a hard hunt after '' Jackson's " or 

 " kongoni " — all hartebeeste are spoken of as 

 " kongoni " by the East African natives. The 

 herd was not a large one, and the old sentry bull 

 was exceedingly wary. To make matters more 

 difficult, a huge troop of zebra would insist on 

 manoeuvring round and round the suspicious 

 antelope. Of course whenever I managed to 



