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far I had been shooting well ; now pride had a fall. 
Immediately after the shot a difficulty arose in the rear 
between the mule and the shenzi sais; they parted 
company, and the mule joined the shooting party in 
front at a gallop. The bushbuck, which had halted 
with its head down, started off, and I trotted after it, 
while the mule pursued an uncertain course between us, 
and I don’t know which it annoyed most. I emptied 
my magazine twice, and partly a third time, before I 
finally killed the buck and scared the mule so that it 
started for camp. The bushbuck in this part of the 
Nile Valley did not live in dense forest, like those of 
East Africa, but among the scattered bushes and acacias. 
Those that I shot in the Lado had in their stomachs 
leaves, twig-tips, 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 Rhadamanthus 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 
Grogan. They had hunted steadily for nearly two days 
