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A COLONY IN THE MAKING 
CHAP. 
and if some of the spirit of adventure is a little 
dimmed by the continual passing of old camps and the 
tripping against empty jam tins, the sport is still first- 
class and nearly if not quite as good as ever it was. 
The white hunter himself is an institution of the last 
three or four years. The usual type speaks Swahili, 
the language of the Safari, acts as go-between to 
porters, servants, gun-bearers, and their masters, 
oversees all the detail and routine of the camp, and 
finally draws a very considerable salary. He in fact 
smooths the way and is an immense convenience to 
the shooting tourists, to whom he also secures at least 
double the bag which they would otherwise obtain. 
There are, moreover, many who are, in addition, both 
sportsmen and naturalists, and whom, if they will consent 
to go, it is a pleasure and privilege to accompany. 
The record-breaker is an unpleasant feature of the 
present day ; he is, I regret and say with due reluctance, 
usually an American, and his object is to go one better 
than his neighbour, or perhaps, rather, than his com¬ 
patriot, either in the numbers of his bag, or in the 
variety of it, or in the peculiar way in which it was 
obtained. An example of the first is such a one as 
has, more than once, been observed browning a herd of 
Impalla or Hartebeeste, leaving the heads and carcasses 
on the ground and giving as an excuse that his time 
was nearly up and that he had not completed the totals 
allowed on his licence. The second, whose record is 
to be variety, accomplishes his object by including 
among the slain such species of game as giraffe, 
baboons, monkeys, snakes, crocodiles, jackals, cats, 
rats, etc. While in the third class may be found the 
man who procures his game with a lassoo, a trap or 
from a balloon. I would not have it thought that I 
