Notes on South African Hunting, 57 
The Ogre transformed into a Philanthropist. 
seemed to think themselves dressed in the 
height of fashion. As soon as they had 
laughed and pointed at us enough they “filed 
off from the right ’’ past us, each one as she 
passed asking for something. To some we 
gave our blessing, and to others a little tobacco. 
I noticed that the latter seemed the best 
pleased. 
Next morning down came Sanzila again, 
and said he would take us across, but that we 
must eat some more first; and then followed a 
gigantic basket of meal and another of beans. 
We were very glad of the meal, for we had 
none, and we improved the occasion by having 
some porridge and honey—not of much interest 
to a reader of this story, but intensely absorb¬ 
ing to us at the time. (Let me here record 
the thanks of two men to the makers of the 
anti-friction grease tins; they make most 
excellent cooking pots, and hold an enormous 
quantity.) 
About mid-day Sanzila came down to us 
again, armed with a prodigious hippopotamus 
spear, and soon after he started off with us 
towards the river. A couple of hours' walk 
