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ELEPHANT-HUNTING IN EAST AFRICA 
CHAP. 
camp about sundown after another hard day. I found two of my 
Ndorobo friends in camp. Doubtless they had heard the firing 
yesterday and surmised that there would be more elephants to 
feast on. I told them they deserved no more meat, because they 
had brought me no honey. It was always the understanding 
that when they were living on my elephants they should keep 
me supplied with this wholesome luxury. But they protested 
they could find none here, and I believe they spoke the truth, 
for I always found them liberally inclined when they had any ; 
so I said they were welcome to go the next day and cut up 
the elephants I had killed, on condition that they would search 
for the one I had shot in the evening, which I felt convinced 
could not go far. They were not slow to accept my offer, and 
turned up in force before it was properly light in the morning, 
on the strength of another feast being on the board. They 
brought me a little honey; all they had, they said. It was 
but a tiny portion, but an acceptable addition to my rather 
monotonous fare. Feeling a bit tired myself, and as there did 
not seem much chance of finding any more elephants about 
now, I sent Squareface and Juma with them to try and find 
my lost elephant of the last day’s hunt; but they returned in 
the evening without having found it. 
In consequence of Squareface having brought a report that 
on his way back he had seen the fresh spoor of a herd going 
down stream, I was off again as soon as light and tramped 
straight down to our lower camp on the chance that it might 
have stopped somewhere in that neighbourhood. However, I 
could discover no fresh spoor at all, and though on the way 
back we cut through the bush backwards and forwards at 
intervals, crossing and recrossing the stream in all six times, 
until we reached the locality of our camp again, we could find 
no recent traces of elephants nor any spoor fresher than that 
we had followed two days before. The same evening my men 
returned from El Bogoi, but they brought no news of my 
caravan, which I was now beginning to expect back from 
