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He accepted this with dignity； without deprecation； and without the idiocy of spoken gratitude。 He agreed perfectly with everything I said！ 〃Yes〃 was his only comment。 I liked it。
On our ultimate success in a difficult enterprise Memba Sasa set great store； and his delight in ultimate success was apparently quite apart from personal considerations。 We had been hunting greater kudu for five weeks before we finally landed one。 The greater kudu is； with the bongo； easily the prize beast in East Africa； and very few are shot。 By a piece of bad luck； for him； I had sent Memba Sasa out in a different direction to look for signs the afternoon we finally got one。 The kill was made just at dusk。 C。 and I； with Mavrouki； built a fire and stayed； while Kongoni went to camp after men。 There he broke the news to Memba Sasa that the great prize had been captured； and he absent。 Memba Sasa was hugely delighted； nor did he in any way show what must have been a great disappointment to him。 After repeating the news triumphantly to every one in camp； he came out to where we were waiting； arrived quite out of breath； and grabbed me by the hand in heartiest congratulation。
Memba Sasa went in not at all for personal ornamentation； any more than he allowed his dignity to be broken by anything resembling emotionalism。 No tattoo marks； no ear ornaments； no rings nor bracelets。 He never even picked up an ostrich feather for his head。 On the latter he sometimes wore an old felt hat； sometimes； more picturesquely； an orange…coloured fillet。 Khaki shirt； khaki 〃shorts；〃 blue puttees； besides his knife and my own accoutrements： that was all。 In town he was all white clad； a long fine linen robe reaching to his feet； and one of the lacelike skull caps he was so very skilful at making。
That will do for a preliminary sketch。 If you follow these pages； you will hear more of him； he is worth it。
VI。 THE FIRST GAME CAMP
In the review of 〃first〃 impressions with which we are concerned； we must now skip a week or ten days to stop at what is known in our diaries as the First Ford of the Guaso Nyero River。
These ten days were not uneventful。 We had crossed the wide and undulating plains； had paused at some tall beautiful falls plunging several hundred feet into the mysteriousness of a dense forest on which we looked down。 There we had enjoyed some duck； goose and snipe shooting； had made the acquaintance of a few of the Masai； and had looked with awe on our first hippo tracks in the mud beside a tiny ditchlike stream。 Here and there were small game herds。 In the light of later experience we now realize that these were nothing at all； but at the time the sight of full…grown wild animals out in plain sight was quite wonderful。 At the close of the day's march we always wandered out with our rifles to see what we could find。 Everything was new to us； and we had our men to feed。 Our shooting gradually improved until we had overcome the difficulties peculiar to this new country and were doing as well as we could do anywhere。
Now； at the end of a hard day through scrub； over rolling bold hills； and down a scrub brush slope； we had reached the banks of the Guaso Nyero。
At this point； above the junction of its principal tributary rivers； it was a stream about sixty or seventy feet wide； flowing swift between high banks。 A few trees marked its course； but nothing like a jungle。 The ford was in swift water just above a deep still pool suspected of crocodiles。 We found the water about waist deep； stretched a rope across； and forcibly persuaded our eager boys that one at a time was about what the situation required。 On the other side we made camp on an open flat。 Having marched so far continuously； we resolved to settle down for a while。 The men had been without sufficient meat； and we desired very much to look over the country closely； and to collect a few heads as trophies。
Perhaps a word might not come amiss as to the killing of game。 The case is here quite different from the condition of affairs at home。 Here animal life is most extraordinarily abundant； it furnishes the main food supply to the traveller； and at present is probably increasing slightly； certainly holding its own。 Whatever toll the sportsman or traveller take is as nothing compared to what he might take if he were an unscrupulous game hog。 If his cartridges and his shoulder held out； he could easily kill a hundred animals a day instead of the few he requires。 In that sense； then； no man slaughters indiscriminately。 During the course of a year he probably shoots from two hundred to two hundred and fifty beasts； provided he is travelling with an ordinary sized caravan。 This； the experts say； is about the annual toll of one lion。 If the traveller gets his lion； he plays even with the fauna of the country； if he gets two or more lions； he has something to his credit。 This probably explains why the game is still so remarkably abundant near the road and on the very outskirts of the town。
We were now much in need of a fair quantity of meat； both for immediate consumption of our safari； and to make biltong or jerky。 Later； in like circumstances； we should have sallied forth in a businesslike fashion； dropped the requisite number of zebra and hartebeeste as near camp as possible； and called it a job。 Now； however； being new to the game； we much desired good trophies in variety。 Therefore； we scoured the country far and wide for desirable heads； and the meat waited upon the acquisition of the trophy。
This； then； might be called our first Shooting Camp。 Heretofore we had travelled every day。 Now the boys settled down to what the native porter considers the height of bliss： a permanent camp with plenty to eat。 Each morning we were off before daylight； riding our horses； and followed by the gunbearers； the syces； and fifteen or twenty porters。 The country rose from the river in a long gentle slope grown with low brush and scattered candlestick euphorbias。 This slope ended in a scattered range of low rocky buttes。 Through any one of the various openings between them； we rode to find ourselves on the borders of an undulating grass country of low rounded hills with wide valleys winding between them。 In these valleys and on these hills was the game。
Daylight of the day I would tell about found us just at the edge of the little buttes。 Down one of the slopes the growing half light revealed two oryx feeding； magnificent big creatures； with straight rapier horns three feet in length。 These were most exciting and desirable； so off my horse I got and began to sneak up on them through the low tufts of grass。 They fed quite calmly。 I congratulated myself； and slipped nearer。 Without even looking in my direction； they trotted away。 Somewhat chagrined； I returned to my companions； and we rode on。
Then across a mile…wide valley we saw two dark objects in the tall grass； and almost immediately identified these as rhinoceroses； the first we had seen。 They stood there side by side； gazing off into space； doing nothing in a busy morning world。 After staring at them through our glasses for some time； we organized a raid。 At the bottom of the valley we left the horses and porters； lined up； each with h