Believe I killed one, as I used the telescope on him and aimed 
at the eye. 
Day’s bag: Learmonth—One hippo. 
Warm. Up early after giraffe. Long chase after the first, 
March 20th which escaped. After a foot-chase of one and three-quarter 
hours the largest male of a herd of six, after being hit four 
times, was lost; thanks to the second gun-bearer’s stupidity. 
I had a long chase after him, and, had the ponies been at hand 
or brought up when signalled for, I could easily have over¬ 
taken the one wounded. The giraffe was staggering along, 
very sick, and unable to keep up with the herd. I was utterly 
fagged by this time, as well as overcome by the heat, how¬ 
ever. My first shikari tried to install some wisdom through 
the influence of a thick branch into this gun-bearer, Kongoni, 
who had failed to bring up the ponies, and it is believed that 
in future the animals will be on hand when needed. 
Learmonth shot a hippo on the banks of the Tana in the 
morning, but did not recover him. 
Saw several natives (Wanderobos), armed with bows and 
poisoned arrows. All ran away at sight of us except one, 
who had a sore foot. This one explained, by imitating ani¬ 
mals and in other sign language, in the use of which the tribe 
is most proficient, that they had seen neither lions nor buf¬ 
falo, but were out collecting vulture feathers. 
That afternoon Learmonth and I crossed the Thika to 
photograph giraffe, which we had seen there, earlier in the 
day. Had a long, unsuccessful chase. 
Saw the hippo which I had shot the day before, anchored 
to a rock in the middle of the Tana. Porters, fearing the 
crocodiles, would not go in after him. The rhino episode had 
shaken their nerve. 
Hirsi, the shikari, wanted to swim out, fasten a rope to the 
hippo, and then pull him in. Would not permit this. While 
we might take the chance on a porter, Hirsi is too valuable a 
man to even risk losing; so we left the hippo where he was. 
Ticks are fierce on the other side of the Thika. 
Day’s bag: Fleischmann—One kongoni, 
One stein-bok. 
March 2ist Weather not oppressive. Caravan marched up the Tana 
five hours, and made camp. A swarm of flying-ants encoun- 
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