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work again tootk and nail, and I got in my snapshot. At 
the end of a battle I always made a point of taking some 
of the good meat secured by the big bullies, and giving 
it to the tiniest mites, who had secured nothing for them- 
selves but a few yards of entrails. The army would then dig 
their spears through the meat, and thus carry it over their 
shoulders until, perchance, another beast fell to my rifle, 
when down would go the little bundles of meat, another 
rush would be made for us, and another battle would be 
fought. Sometimes from eighty to one hundred men, boys, 
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football, except that the players always played such a 
selfish game, for they never ^ passed.’ 
Whilst the biggest of' these human vultures fought for 
the best meat, the little ones, sometimes but eight or ten 
years old, would do battle among themselves for the 
stomach, liver, lungs, entrails, etc., with no less fury. One 
day I took my camera out to photograph a fight, but the 
men, hearing what I was up to, stopped, and laughingly 
said, ' Oh, no Somali fight,’ I had but to sit down and 
patiently wait a minute or two, when . .they would set to 
NATIVES FIGHTING FOR MEAT. 
