CHAPTER X 
ELEPHANT HUNTING ON MOUNT KENIA 
On July 24th, in order to ship our fresh accumulations 
of specimens and trophies, we once more went into Nairobi, 
It was a pleasure again to see its tree-bordered streets and 
charming houses bowered in vines and bushes, and to 
meet once more the men and women who dwelt in the 
houses. I wish it were in my power to thank individually 
the members of the many East African households of which 
I shall always cherish warm memories of friendship and 
regard. 
At Nairobi I saw Selous, who had just returned from 
a two months’ safari with McMillan, Williams, and Judd, 
Their experience shows how large the element of luck 
is in lion hunting. Selous was particularly anxious to kill 
a good lion; there is nowhere to be found a more skilful or 
more hard-working hunter; yet he never even got a shot. 
Williams, on the other hand, came across three. Two he 
killed easily. The third charged him. He was carrying a 
double-barrelled .450, but failed to stop the beast; it 
seized him by the leg, and his life was saved by his Swahili 
gun-bearer, who gave the lion a fatal shot as it stood over 
him. He came within an ace of dying; but when I saw 
him, at the hospital, he was well on the road to recovery. 
One day Selous while on horseback saw a couple of lionesses, 
and galloped after them, followed by Judd, seventy or 
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