I 
THE HUNTER’S LIFE 
I 3 
nature warns me that I must not tax my energies 
farther, we start on the return journey to our main 
camp. Temporarily, the excitement and dangers 
are over, but a new sense of joy fills the heart, for 
my men are delighted at the thought of seeing their 
wives and children or chums again, and I am eager 
to get back to the comfort of my tent, which, in 
spite of its simplicity, has for me all the charm that 
lies hidden in that 
word—home ! My 
men laugh and 
chatter ceaselessly 
as they march, and 
I have lived so long 
among them that I 
know their thoughts 
as I know my own, 
and speaking their 
language as fluently 
as themselves, often join in their jesting. They 
thoroughly appreciate this, and from them I learn 
what they are unable, if not unwilling, to com¬ 
municate to most white men. It is to this intimacy 
of thought that I ascribe my success in the manage¬ 
ment of natives, for I know exactly when to be 
severe and when to be kindly with them. 
As we approach camp, we see the smoke of our 
fires, and no one, who has not lived the life, can 
elephant’s tooth. 
13" in length, 3J" in width, about 9 lbs. in 
weight. 
