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and at least with threatened force to convince him that the bird was not 
worth the almost inevitable altercation with bystanders which would 
follow. Arrived in the capitol at Addis Ababa, Fuertes was subjected to 
a staggering blow. While all other equipment shipped by freight had 
arrived safely, his own personal outfit had suffered the mischance of being 
lost in transit without hope of recovery for three months. It contained 
his shotgun, his clothing and personal effects and, most important of all, 
his materials for painting and sketching. His disappointment was too 
keen to be wholly concealed, but when he was finally told the worst, 
he said at once, “‘Well, it simply means [ll have more time to collect 
birds for the Museum.”’ His other expressed regret was that certain 
little knicknacks and home-made conveniences for camp life, which he 
had packed in sets, could not be shared with others of the party as he 
had intended. Nothing could be more characteristic of him than thus 
to see his own misfortune in the light of its relations to others. 
His unselfishness in all human contacts was marked and perhaps it 
was but a slightly different form of this that made him so unsparing of 
himself in his work. He did not often look for the easiest way and would 
tear through brush and thickets, plunge into morasses, and fearlessly 
descend steep cliffs to attain his object. In the first few days in Abys- 
‘sinia, an impetuous sally left him with a large thorn deeply imbedded 
and broken off in his leg. It could not be removed without a deep 
incision, so 1t was thought best to leave it alone. The next day the wound 
was inflamed and sore, but he would not listen to postponing the march. 
He was lifted into the saddle and remained there doggedly suffering 
during what proved to be for everybody the longest and most gruelling 
day of the whole trip. Thereafter, for nearly two weeks, he mounted 
and dismounted in agony, but this did not prevent him from doing it 
many times a day in order to collect birds along the trail which might 
not be obtained later. Probably no picture in the many of a very event- 
ful trip will remain longer with the others of the party than that of 
Fuertes laboriously easing himself from his mount to the ground and 
painfully hobbling away with cocked gun, alert and determined that no 
needed bird should escape because of any leniency to himself. 
His fondness for children, so well known at home, and his tender, 
almost feminine sympathy for the ailing and unfortunate, were much in 
evidence in Africa. Beggers and cripples were a great trial to him and 
it was exceedingly difficult for him to pass one by. He gave to many and 
almost immediately would apologize to his companions, saying “I know 
I shouldn’t do it, but I just can’t help it.” If he found one imposing 
upon him, however, his pity turned to wrath instantly. One of the 
caravan men, a “nigger” if one wished, developed a loathsome abscess 
in the groin, and Fuertes carefully washed, poulticed, and bandaged it 
day after day until it was completely healed. Then the man, who was 
a worthless wretch, flagrantly betrayed his trust as guardian of the 
