ON SAFARI; RHINOS AND GIRAFFES 
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When we killed the last lions we were already on safari, 
and the camp was pitched by a water hole on the Potha, a 
half-dried stream, little more than a string of pools and 
reed beds, winding down through the sun-scorched plain. 
Next morning we started for another water hole at the rocky 
hill of Bondoni, about eight miles distant. 
The American flag was always at the head or near the head of the line of march 
The caravan on Safari at Potha 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt 
Safari life is very pleasant, and also very picturesque. 
The porters are strong, patient, good-humored savages, with 
something childlike about them that makes one really fond 
of them. Of course, like all savages and most children, 
they have their limitations, and in dealing with them firm¬ 
ness is even more necessary than kindness; but the man is 
a poor creature who does not treat them with kindness also, 
