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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. 
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