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. 



I 



Wm. Lord S^nith. 



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