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last. The leader pinned him down, and that spear 
was the coup-de-grace. 
They said Cecily and I did very well for complete 
novices at the sport, but I can’t see that we did any 
thing but get in the way. It was all very exciting 
and we were no end done up by the time we made 
camp again. Cecily’s pony had a nasty gash as a 
reminder of the fray. Ralph stitched it up most 
scientifically. We were promised the tushes of the 
boar, set up in some way, as a souvenir of the great 
adventure. 
One late afternoon Cecily went off with Ralph and 
Clarence for a final attempt on the life of a hartebeest, 
while the leader and I peacefully collected butterflies, 
or tried to, and paid a visit to the opposition camp to 
see their trophies. All the skulls and skins were 
inspected. They had a couple of Grevy’s zebra, 
having been to the Bun Feroli (Zebra Plain), after we 
left them in the Ogaden, and a magnificent hippo 
from near the Webbi. I felt very envious, but one 
can’t go everywhere. The zebra skins were most 
exquisite, shining and silky, marked in great lines of 
white and brown. The stripes varied very much in 
the two skins, one having much narrower lines than 
the other. Birds of many varieties the leader had 
collected, snakes too, and all the lizards. Being full 
of infinite variety he loved the coleoptera as much as 
the flaunting glories of the lepidoptera, and it took us 
a long time to go through it, for each treasure was 
safely put away in its own box. We made for my 
camp to find Ralph in the seventh heaven of delight 
