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n of vines or bamboo near hand； or what？ When you get up in the morning； what is the first thing to do？ What does a rhino look like； where he lives； and what did you do the first time one came at you？ I don't want you to tell me as though I were either an old hunter or an admiring audience； or as though you were afraid somebody might think you were making too much of the matter。 I want to know how you REALLY felt。 Were you scared or nervous？ or did you become cool？ Tell me frankly just how it was； so I can see the thing as happening to a common everyday human being。 Then； even at second…hand and at ten thousand miles distance； I can enjoy it actually； humanly； even though vicariously； speculating a bit over my pipe as to how I would have liked it myself。
Obviously； to write such a book the author must at the same time sink his ego and exhibit frankly his personality。 The paradox in this is only apparent。 He must forget either to strut or to blush with diffidence。 Neither audience should be forgotten； and neither should be exclusively addressed。 Never should he lose sight of the wholesome fact that old hunters are to read and to weigh； never should he for a moment slip into the belief that he is justified in addressing the expert alone。 His attitude should be that many men know more and have done more than he； but that for one reason or another these men are not ready to transmit their knowledge and experience。
To set down the formulation of an ideal is one thing： to fulfil it is another。 In the following pages I cannot claim a fulfilment； but only an attempt。 The foregoing dissertation must be considered not as a promise； but as an explanation。 No one knows better than I how limited my African experience is； both in time and extent； bounded as it is by East Equatorial Africa and a year。 Hundreds of men are better qualified than myself to write just this book； but unfortunately they will not do it。
II。 AFRICA
In looking back on the multitudinous pictures that the word Africa bids rise in my memory； four stand out more distinctly than the others。 Strangely enough； these are by no means all pictures of average country…the sort of thing one would describe as typical。 Perhaps； in a way； they symbolize more the spirit of the country to me； for certainly they represent but a small minority of its infinitely varied aspects。 But since we must make a start somewhere； and since for some reason these four crowd most insistently in the recollection it might be well to begin with them。
Our camp was pitched under a single large mimosa tree near the edge of a deep and narrow ravine down which a stream flowed。 A semicircle of low mountains hemmed us in at the distance of several miles。 The other side of the semicircle was occupied by the upthrow of a low rise blocking off an horizon at its nearest point but a few hundred yards away。 Trees marked the course of the stream； low scattered bushes alternated with open plain。 The grass grew high。 We had to cut it out to make camp。
Nothing indicated that we were otherwise situated than in a very pleasant； rather wide grass valley in the embrace of the mountains。 Only a walk of a few hundred yards atop the upthrow of the low rise revealed the fact that it was in reality the lip of a bench； and that beyond it the country fell away in sheer cliffs whose ultimate drop was some fifteen hundred feet。 One could sit atop and dangle his feet over unguessed abysses。
For a week we had been hunting for greater kudu。 Each day Memba Sasa and I went in one direction； while Mavrouki and Kongoni took another line。 We looked carefully for signs； but found none fresher than the month before。 Plenty of other game made the country interesting； but we were after a shy and valuable prize； so dared not shoot lesser things。 At last； at the end of the week； Mavrouki came in with a tale of eight lions seen in the low scrub across the stream。 The kudu business was about finished； as far as this place went； so we decided to take a look for the lions。
We ate by lantern and at the first light were ready to start。 But at that moment； across the slope of the rim a few hundred yards away； appeared a small group of sing…sing。 These are a beautiful big beast； with widespread horns； proud and wonderful； like Landseer's stags； and I wanted one of them very much。 So I took the Springfield； and dropped behind the line of some bushes。 The stalk was of the ordinary sort。 One has to remain behind cover； to keep down wind； to make no quick movements。 Sometimes this takes considerable manoeuvring； especially； as now； in the case of a small band fairly well scattered out for feeding。 Often after one has succeeded in placing them all safely behind the scattered cover； a straggler will step out into view。 Then the hunter must stop short； must slowly； oh very； very slowly； sink down out of sight； so slowly； in fact； that he must not seem to move； but rather to melt imperceptibly away。 Then he must take up his progress at a lower plane of elevation。 Perhaps he needs merely to stoop； or he may crawl on hands and knees； or he may lie flat and hitch himself forward by his toes； pushing his gun ahead。 If one of the beasts suddenly looks very intently in his direction； he must freeze into no matter what uncomfortable position； and so remain an indefinite time。 Even a hotel…bred child to whom you have rashly made advances stares no longer nor more intently than a buck that cannot make you out。
I had no great difficulty with this lot； but slipped up quite successfully to within one hundred and fifty yards。 There I raised my head behind a little bush to look。 Three does grazed nearest me； their coats rough against the chill of early morning。 Up the slope were two more does and two funny； fuzzy babies。 An immature buck occupied the extreme left with three young ladies。 But the big buck； the leader； the boss of the lot； I could not see anywhere。 Of course he must be about； and I craned my neck cautiously here and there trying to make him out。
Suddenly； with one accord； all turned and began to trot rapidly away to the right； their heads high。 In the strange manner of animals； they had received telepathic alarm； and had instantly obeyed。 Then beyond and far to the right I at last saw the beast I had been looking for。 The old villain had been watching me all the time！
The little herd in single file made their way rapidly along the face of the rise。 They were headed in the direction of the stream。 Now； I happened to know that at this point the stream…canyon was bordered by sheer cliffs。 Therefore； the sing…sing must round the hill； and not cross the stream。 By running to the top of the hill I might catch a glimpse of them somewhere below。 So I started on a jog trot； trying to hit the golden mean of speed that would still leave me breath to shoot。 This was an affair of some nicety in the tall grass。 Just before I reached the actual slope； however； I revised my schedule。 The reason was supplied by a rhino that came grunting to his feet about seventy yards away。 He had not seen me； and he had not smelled me； but the general disturbance of all these events had broken into his early morning nap。 He looked to me like a person who is cross