i4o ADVENTURES OF AN ELEPHANT HUNTER ch. 
On another occasion, when we were hunting, one 
of my trackers came across his brother, who was 
out in the forest in quest of honey and bees-wax, 
and as we were not actually on the spoor of elephants, 
they went off together to try to kill some rock 
rabbits. They had not gone far, when they started 
one of these rodents and my tracker, flinging his 
stick, broke the animal’s leg. At once, the rabbit 
darted into its burrow, under a large boulder, 
and my tracker’s brother, running up, thrust his 
hand into the hole to pull out the wounded 
beast. Something promptly seized him by the 
Anger, and, for a moment, he thought that the rabbit 
had bitten him, but on quickly withdrawing his 
hand he discovered, to his horror, a snake (called by 
the Mwera tribe, namaragwe, and by the Angoni, 
nambaco) clinging to his Anger. Within half an 
hour the poor fellow T was dead! The above- 
mentioned snake has a very black skin, and is 
found chiefly in trees and among rocks. Many 
natives, usually when out in the forest searching for 
honey, are killed by it, and Simba, my tracker, tells 
me that one of this species accounted for Fundi 
Juma, who was one of the most famous native 
elephant hunters in German East Africa. 
Two years ago, when encamped near Chimbunga’s 
village, close to the Mbemcuru River, I had missed 
several fowls from my fowl-house, and suspecting my 
