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Corbett, had arranged for a party of Nandi warriors to come 
over and show me how they hunted the lion. Two Dutch 
farmers, Boers, from the neighborhood, had also come; 
they were Messrs. Mouton and Jordaan, fine fellows both, 
the former having served with De Wet during the war. 
Mr. and Mrs. Corbett—who were hospitality itself—had 
also come to see the sport; and so had Captain Chapman, 
an English army officer who was taking a rest after several 
years’ service in Northern Nigeria. 
The Nandi are a warlike pastoral tribe, close kin to 
the Masai in blood and tongue, in weapons and in manner 
of life. They have long been accustomed to kill with the 
spear lions which become man-eaters or which molest their 
cattle overmuch; and the peace which British rule has im¬ 
posed upon them—a peace so welcome to the weaker, so 
irksome to the predatory, tribes—has left lion killing one 
of the few pursuits in which glory can be won by a young 
warrior. When it was told them that if they wished they 
could come to hunt lions at Sergoi eight hundred warriors 
volunteered, and much heartburning was caused in choos¬ 
ing the sixty or seventy who were allowed the privilege. 
They stipulated, however, that they should not be used 
merely as beaters, but should kill the lion themselves, and 
refused to come unless with this understanding. 
The day before we reached Sergoi they had gone out, 
and had killed a lion and lioness; the beasts were put up 
from a small covert and despatched with the heavy throw¬ 
ing spears on the instant, before they offered, or indeed 
had the chance to offer, any resistance. The day after our 
arrival there was mist and cold rain, and we found no 
lions. Next day, November 20th, we were successful. 
