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all these events had broken into his early morning nap。 He looked to me like a person who is cross before breakfast； so I ducked low and ran around him。 The last I saw of him he was still standing there； quite disgruntled； and evidently intending to write to the directors about it。
Arriving at the top； I looked eagerly down。 The cliff fell away at an impossible angle； but sheer below ran out a narrow bench fifty yards wide。 Around the point of the hill to my right…where the herd had gone…a game trail dropped steeply to this bench。 I arrived just in time to see the sing…sing； still trotting； file across the bench and over its edge； on some other invisible game trail； to continue their descent of the cliff。 The big buck brought up the rear。 At the very edge he came to a halt； and looked back； throwing his head up and his nose out so that the heavy fur on his neck stood forward like a ruff。 It was a last glimpse of him； so I held my little best； and pulled trigger。
This happened to be one of those shots I spoke of…which the perpetrator accepts with a thankful and humble spirit。 The sing…sing leaped high in the air and plunged over the edge of the bench。 I signalled the camp…in plain sight…to come and get the head and meat； and sat down to wait。 And while waiting； I looked out on a scene that has since been to me one of my four symbolizations of Africa。
The morning was dull； with gray clouds through which at wide intervals streamed broad bands of misty light。 Below me the cliff fell away clear to a gorge in the depths of which flowed a river。 Then the land began to rise； broken； sharp； tumbled； terrible； tier after tier； gorge after gorge； one twisted range after the other； across a breathlessly immeasurable distance。 The prospect was full of shadows thrown by the tumult of lava。 In those shadows one imagined stranger abysses。 Far down to the right a long narrow lake inaugurated a flatter； alkali…whitened country of low cliffs in long straight lines。 Across the distances proper to a dozen horizons the tumbled chaos heaved and fell。 The eye sought rest at the bounds usual to its accustomed world…and went on。 There was no roundness to the earth； no grateful curve to drop this great fierce country beyond a healing horizon out of sight。 The immensity of primal space was in it； and the simplicity of primal things…rough； unfinished； full of mystery。 There was no colour。 The scene was done in slate gray； darkening to the opaque where a tiny distant rain squall started； lightening in the nearer shadows to reveal half…guessed peaks； brightening unexpectedly into broad short bands of misty gray light slanting from the gray heavens above to the sombre tortured immensity beneath。 It was such a thing as Gustave Dore might have imaged to serve as an abiding place for the fierce chaotic spirit of the African wilderness。
I sat there for some time hugging my knees； waiting for the men to come。 The tremendous landscape seemed to have been willed to immobility。 The rain squalls forty miles or more away did not appear to shift their shadows； the rare slanting bands of light from the clouds were as constant as though they were falling through cathedral windows。 But nearer at hand other things were forward。 The birds； thousands of them； were doing their best to cheer things up。 The roucoulements of doves rose from the bushes down the face of the cliffs； the bell bird uttered his clear ringing note； the chime bird gave his celebrated imitation of a really gentlemanly sixty…horse power touring car hinting you out of the way with the mellowness of a chimed horn； the bottle bird poured gallons of guggling essence of happiness from his silver jug。 From the direction of camp； evidently jumped by the boys； a steinbuck loped gracefully； pausing every few minutes to look back； his dainty legs tense； his sensitive ears pointed toward the direction of disturbance。
And now； along the face of the cliff； I make out the flashing of much movement； half glimpsed through the bushes。 Soon a fine old…man baboon； his tail arched after the dandified fashion of the baboon aristocracy stepped out； looked around； and bounded forward。 Other old men followed him； and then the young men； and a miscellaneous lot of half…grown youngsters。 The ladies brought up the rear； with the babies。 These rode their mothers' backs； clinging desperately while they leaped along； for all the world like the pathetic monkey 〃jockeys〃 one sees strapped to the backs of big dogs in circuses。 When they had approached to within fifty yards； remarked 〃hullo！〃 to them。 Instantly they all stopped。 Those in front stood up on their hind legs； those behind clambered to points of vantage on rocks and the tops of small bushes： They all took a good long look at me。 Then they told me what they thought about me personally； the fact of my being there； and the rude way I had startled them。 Their remarks were neither complimentary nor refined。 The old men； in especial； got quite profane； and screamed excited billingsgate。 Finally they all stopped at once； dropped on all fours； and loped away； their ridiculous long tails curved in a half arc。 Then for the first time I noticed that； under cover of the insults； the women and children had silently retired。 Once more I was left to the familiar gentle bird calls； and the vast silence of the wilderness beyond。
The second picture； also； was a view from a height； but of a totally different character。 It was also； perhaps； more typical of a greater part of East Equatorial Africa。 Four of us were hunting lions with natives…both wild and tame…and a scratch pack of dogs。 More of that later。 We had rummaged around all the morning without any results； and now at noon had climbed to the top of a butte to eat lunch and look abroad。
Our butte ran up a gentle but accelerating slope to a peak of big rounded rocks and slabs sticking out boldly from the soil of the hill。 We made ourselves comfortable each after his fashion。 The gunbearers leaned against rocks and rolled cigarettes。 The savages squatted on their heels； planting their spears ceremonially in front of them。 One of my friends lay on his back； resting a huge telescope over his crossed feet。 With this he purposed seeing any lion that moved within ten miles。 None of the rest of us could ever make out anything through the fearsome weapon。 Therefore； relieved from responsibility by the presence of this Dreadnaught of a 'scope； we loafed and looked about us。 This is what we saw：
Mountains at our backs； of course…at some distance； then plains in long low swells like the easy rise and fall of a tropical sea； wave after wave； and over the edge of the world beyond a distant horizon。 Here and there on this plain； single hills lay becalmed； like ships at sea； some peaked； some cliffed like buttes； some long and low like the hulls of battleships。 The brown plain flowed up to wash their bases； liquid as the sea itself； its tides rising in the coves of the hills； and ebbing in the valleys between。 Near at hand； in the middle distance； far away； these fleets of the plain sailed； until at last hull…down over the horizon their topmasts disappeared。 Above them sailed too the phantom fleet of the clouds； shot with light； shini