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cocked forward, but he did nothing more, and we left 
him standing, plunged in meditation—probably it would 
be more accurate to say, thinking of absolutely nothing, 
as if he had been a huge turtle. After leaving him we 
also passed by files of zebra and topi, who gazed at us, 
intent and curious, within two hundred yards, until we 
had gone by and the danger was over, whereupon they 
fled in fright. 
The so-called salt marsh consisted of a dry water¬ 
course, with here and there a deep muddy pool. The 
ground was impregnated with some saline substance, 
and the game licked it, as well as coming to water. 
Our camp was near two reedy pools, in which there 
were big yellow-billed ducks, while queer brown herons, 
the hammerhead, had built big nests of sticks in the 
tall acacias. Bush cuckoos gurgled in the underbrush 
by night and day. Brilliant rollers flitted through the 
trees. There was much sweet bird music in the morn¬ 
ing. Funny little elephant shrews with long snouts, 
and pretty zebra mice, evidently of diurnal habit, 
scampered among the bushes or scuttled into their 
burrows. Tiny dikdiks, antelopes no bigger than hares, 
with swollen muzzles, and their little horns half hidden 
by tufts of hair, ran like rabbits through the grass ; the 
females were at least as large as the males. Another 
seven-foot cobra was killed. There were brilliant 
masses of the red aloe flowers, and of yellow-blossomed 
vines. Around the pools the ground was bare, and the 
game trails leading to the water were deeply rutted by 
the hoofs of the wild creatures that had travelled them 
for countless generations. 
The day after reaching this camp, Cuninghame and 
I hunted on the plains. Before noon we made out with 
our glasses two rhinos lying down, a mile off. As usual 
