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the calf killed by his son, Kermit. This left one 
young bull and two large bulls still to be secured, 
and to that end we addressed our efforts during the 
succeeding weeks. 
For nine days we hunted the Nzoia River region, 
but without seeing an elephant. There were kon- 
goni, zebra, topi, waterbuck, wart-hogs, reedbuck, 
oribi, eland, and Uganda cob, but scour the country 
as we would, we saw no sign of elephant except the 
broad trails in the grass and the countless evidences 
that they had been in the region some time before. 
The country was beautiful and wholesome. There 
was lots of game for our table, from the most de¬ 
licious grouse to the oribi, whose meat is the tender- 
est I have ever eaten. There were ducks and geese 
and Kavirondo crane; and sometimes eland, as fine 
in flavor as that of the prize steer of the fat-stock 
show. Then there were reedbuck and cob, both of 
which are very good to eat. So our tins of camp pie 
and kippered herring and ox tongue remained un¬ 
opened and we lived as we never had before. 
When the day’s hunt was over the sun in a splen¬ 
did effort painted such sublime sunsets above 
Mount Elgon as I had never dreamed of. And the 
music of hundreds of African birds along the riv¬ 
er’s edge greeted us with the cool, delightful dawn. 
Purely from an aesthetic standpoint, our days on 
the Nzoia were ones never to be forgotten, while 
from the standpoint of the man who loves to see 
wild game and doesn’t care much about killing it, 
the bright, clear days on the Nzoia were memorable 
