CHAPTER X 
ELEPHANT-HUNTING ON MOUNT KENIA 
On July 24, 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, 
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