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and pods; one that Kermit shot, a fine buck, had been 
eating grass also. On the Uasin Gishu, in addition to 
leaves and a little grass, they had been feeding on the wild 
olives. 
Our porters were not as a rule by any means the equals 
of those we had in East Africa, and we had some trouble 
because, as we did not know their names and faces, those 
who wished to shirk would go off in the bushes while their 
more willing comrades would be told off for the needed 
work. So Cuninghame determined to make each readily 
identifiable; and one day I found him sitting, in Rhada- 
manthus mood, at his table before his tent, while all the 
porters filed by, each in turn being decorated with a tag, 
conspicuously numbered, which was hung round his neck 
—the tags, by the way, being Smithsonian label cards, 
contributed by Dr. Mearns. 
At last Kermit succeeded in getting some good white 
rhino pictures. He was out with his gun-bearers and Gro¬ 
gan. They had hunted steadily for nearly two days with¬ 
out seeing a rhino; then Kermit made out a big cow with 
a calf lying under a large tree, on a bare plain of short grass. 
Accompanied by Grogan, and by a gun-bearer carrying 
his rifle, while he himself carried his ‘"naturalist’s graph- 
lex” camera, he got up to within fifty or sixty yards of the 
dull-witted beasts, and spent an hour cautiously manoeu¬ 
vring and taking photos. He got several photos of the 
cow and calf lying under the tree. Then something, proba¬ 
bly the click of the camera, rendered them uneasy and they 
stood up. Soon the calf lay down again, while the cow 
continued standing on the other side of the tree, her head 
held down, the muzzle almost touching the ground, ac- 
