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him the next day to look for them, while the other men went 
again to bring in the smaller ivory, which had been left the 
day before. But the spoor proved to be two days old, and it 
returned up the valley again : he had apparently mistaken 
some of it for fresh, in the dark, so our search was fruitless. 
Fortunately I had now recovered my health and was beginning 
to feel quite my old springiness ; and a great blessing it was 
to feel well and strong and to enjoy one’s grub once more. I 
had been beginning to fear ill health would spoil my trip, and 
so was the more pleased to find I was getting back to my old 
form again. My cook, good old Feruzi, had comforted me 
considerably by concocting a sort of thin ^ruel for me in place 
of the everlasting tea, of which one gets so particularly sick 
when suffering from fever, and which it is, I think, by no 
means wholesome to be continually drinking. 
I was getting impatient to move now, so was very glad 
when, the following evening, the men I had sent to El Bogoi 
turned up with two more donkeys and my spring balance. 
Except when in real need of rest, hanging about camp does 
not suit me at all, especially in so warm a spot as this was ; 
for, paradoxical as it may sound, excessive heat is far more 
trying when you are doing nothing than while marching or 
hunting. So I set to work at once to pack up the loads, 
which I could not do satisfactorily till the arrival of the scale 
enabled them to be adjusted evenly ; and in the morning we 
started with all our ivory, which was just as much as we could 
carry, to trek back towards El Bogoi. The party of Ndorobos 
who had been here, too, were now ready to return to their own 
district near the Lorogi, and trekked at the same time, all 
laden with as much dried meat as they could stagger under. 
My plan was to take some of them with me to hunt in the 
Lorogi Mountains (after depositing my ivory at my main 
camp), where I hoped to find a herd of old bulls. 
It took some time to tie up the donkey-loads, so that it 
was about nine o’clock, on the 12th of September, before we 
