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ELEPHANT-HUNTING IN EAST AFRICA 
CHAP. 
avoided the thicker parts. Our old guide was rather tedious, 
insisting on our making short stages each day, having always 
some excuse, such as the next water being a long way ahead, 
or that we might come suddenly into the elephants’ haunts 
and disturb them prematurely. In reality he was in no hurry ; 
having plenty of meat he enjoyed himself dawdling along, 
camping early, and cooking and eating the rest of the day. 
Hippopotamus in the Tana River. 
(From a Photograph by Dr. Kolb.) 
He was, however, such a nice old chap that I could never get 
wild with him ; indeed, we were great chums, he was such a 
pleasant contrast to the uncouth natives of this district, who 
have no shadow of an idea of courtesy, while he, on the contrary, 
was a polite old gentleman, like a Masai. He called me Papa 
(with the accent, however, on the first syllable), and as he was 
a much older man than I—though with fewer gray hairs, I 
am bound to confess—I could not do less, regarding the old: 
