CAUGHT IN A GAME-PIT. 
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branch, and a fine line, woven from palm-fibre, kept 
us well supplied with fresh fish for breakfast; their 
average weight was two to three lbs., and though full 
of bones, they were by no means bad eating. 
After two days’ rest B- and Jackson started off 
to Bhombu, and B-, being anxious to shoot some¬ 
thing on the march, got off very early. I accompanied 
Jackson part of the way later on, and after a twenty 
minutes’ walk through the Useri path, emerged from the 
forest on the north-west side. We then went on through 
open country for about two miles in the direction of the 
wonderful subterranean lake Chala, which I shall have 
occasion to describe later on ; here we separated, Jack- 
son going north to Bhombu, while I, turning to the left, 
ascended the lowest slopes of Ivilima-njaro and walked 
a long way without seeing anything except a few zebra 
and hartebeest. At this time of the year everything 
is so dried up that it is not much use looking for game 
except in the low ground or near streams. While pro¬ 
ceeding in this direction I met with what might have 
been rather a serious misadventure, but as it turned 
out I suppose it savoured of comedy rather than of 
tragedy. I was swinging along a pass between two 
small hills where the grass was dry and smooth and the 
path apparently well trodden by game. Suddenly the 
ground gave way under me, and I found myself sup¬ 
ported by my arms, with my legs dangling in space 
and vainly struggling to reach something more solid. 
Casibete and the other gun-bearers rushed to my 
assistance, and soon extricated me from my undigni- 
