ance again. Sure enough, there they were! 
A number of them were in the open plain, 
although close to the swamp, a mile and a 
half beyond the point where the work of 
cutting up the cow was just being finished, 
and the porters were preparing to start with 
their loads. It seemed very strange that 
after their experience in the morning any of 
the herd should be willing to come into the 
open so soon. But there they were. They 
were grazing to the number of about a 
dozen. Looking at them through the glasses 
I could see that their attention was at¬ 
tracted to us. They gazed at us for quite 
a time, and then walked slowly in our direc¬ 
tion for at least a couple of hundred yards. 
For a moment I was even doubtful whether 
they did not intend to come toward us and 
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charge. But it was only curiosity on their 
part, and after having gazed their fill, they 
sauntered back to the swamp and disap¬ 
peared. There was no chance to get at them, 
and moreover darkness was rapidly falling. 
Next morning we broke camp. The por¬ 
ters, strapping grown-up children that they 
were, felt as much pleasure and excitement 
over breaking camp after a few days’ rest 
as over reaching camp after a fifteen-mile 
march. On this occasion, after they had 
made up their loads, they danced in a ring 
for half an hour, two tin cans being beaten 
as tom-toms. Then off they strode in a long 
line with their burdens, following one an¬ 
other in Indian file, each greeting me with 
a smile and a deep “ Yambo, Bwana!” as 
he passed. I had grown attached to them, 
