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ether world of shadow we slipped silently from thicket to thicket； from tree to tree； and the jungle people fled from us； or withdrew； or gazed curiously； or cursed us as their dispositions varied。
While thus returning one evening I saw my first colobus。 He was swinging rapidly from one tree to another； his long black and white fur shining against the sun。 I wanted him very much； and promptly let drive at him with the 405 Winchester。 I always carried this heavier weapon in the dense jungle。 Of course I missed him； but the roar of the shot so surprised him that he came to a stand。 Memba Sasa passed me the Springfield； and I managed to get him in the head。 At the shot another flashed into view； high up in the top of a tree。 Again I aimed and fired。 The beast let go and fell like a plummet。 〃Good shot；〃 said I to myself。 Fifty feet down the colobus seized a limb and went skipping away through the branches as lively as ever。 In a moment he stopped to look back； and by good luck I landed him through the body。 When we retrieved him we found that the first shot had not hit him at all！
At the time I thought he must have been frightened into falling； but many subsequent experiences showed me that this sheer let…go…all…holds drop is characteristic of the colobus and his mode of progression。 He rarely； as far as my observation goes； leaps out and across as do the ordinary monkeys； but prefers to progress by a series of slanting ascents followed by breath…taking straight drops to lower levels。 When closely pressed from beneath； he will go as high as he can； and will then conceal himself in the thick leaves。
B。 and I procured our desired number of colobus by taking advantage of this habit…as soon as we had learned it。 Shooting the beasts with our rifles we soon found to be not only very difficult； but also destructive of the skins。 On the other hand； a man could not； save by sheer good fortune； rely on stalking near enough to use a shotgun。 Therefore we evolved a method productive of the maximum noise； row； barked shins； thorn wounds； tumbles； bruises…and colobus！ It was very simple。 We took about twenty boys into the jungle with us； and as soon as we caught sight of a colobus we chased him madly。 That was all there was to it。
And yet this method； simple apparently to the point of imbecility； had considerable logic back of it after all； for after a time somebody managed to get underneath that colobus when he was at the top of a tree。 Then the beast would hide。
Consider then a tumbling riotous mob careering through the jungle as fast as the jungle would let it； slipping； stumbling； falling flat； getting tangled hopelessly； disentangling with profane remarks； falling behind and catching up again； everybody yelling and shrieking。 Ahead of us we caught glimpses of the sleek bounding black and white creature； running up the long slanting limbs； and dropping like a plummet into the lower branches of the next tree。 We white men never could keep up with the best of our men at this sort of work； although in the open country I could hold them well enough。 We could see them dashing through the thick cover at a great rate of speed far ahead of us。 After an interval came a great shout in chorus。 By this we knew that the quarry had been definitely brought to a stand。 Arriving at the spot we craned our heads backward； and proceeded to get a crick in the neck trying to make out invisible colobus in the very tops of the trees above us。 For gaudily marked beasts the colobus were extraordinarily difficult to see。 This was in no sense owing to any far…fetched application of protective colouration； but to the remarkable skill the animals possessed in concealing themselves behind apparently the scantiest and most inadequate cover。 Fortunately for us our boys' ability to see them was equally remarkable。 Indeed； the most difficult part of their task was to point the game out to us。 We squinted； and changed position； and tried hard to follow directions eagerly proffered by a dozen of the men。 Finally one of us would； by the aid of six power…glasses； make out； or guess at a small tuft of white or black hair showing beyond the concealment of a bunch of leaves。 We would unlimber the shotgun and send a charge of BB into that bunch。 Then down would plump the game； to the huge and vociferous delight of all the boys。 Or； as occasionally happened； the shot was followed merely by a shower of leaves and a chorus of expostulations indicating that we had mistaken the place； and had fired into empty air。
In this manner we gathered the twelve we required between us。 At noon we sat under the bank； with the tangled roots of trees above us； and the smooth oily river slipping by。 You may be sure we always selected a spot protected by very shoal water； for the crocodiles were numerous。 I always shot these loathsome creatures whenever I got a chance； whenever the sound of a shot would not alarm more valuable game。 Generally they were to be seen in midstream； just the tip of their snouts above water； and extraordinarily like anything but crocodiles。 Often it took several close scrutinies through the glass to determine the brutes。 This required rather nice shooting。 More rarely we managed to see them on the banks； or only half submerged。 In this position； too； they were all but undistinguishable as living creatures。 I think this is perhaps because of their complete immobility。 The creatures of the woods； standing quite still； are difficult enough to see； but I have a notion that the eye； unknown to itself； catches the sum total of little flexings of the muscles； movements of the skin； winkings； even the play of wind and light in the hair of the coat； all of which； while impossible of analysis； together relieve the appearance of dead inertia。 The vitality of a creature like the crocodile； however； seems to have withdrawn into the inner recesses of its being。 It lies like a log of wood； and for a log of wood it is mistaken。
Nevertheless the crocodile has stored in it somewhere a fearful vitality。 The swiftness of its movements when seizing prey is most astonishing； a swirl of water； the sweep of a powerful tail； and the unfortunate victim has disappeared。 For this reason it is especially dangerous to approach the actual edge of any of the great rivers； unless the water is so shallow that the crocodile could not possibly approach under cover； as is its cheerful habit。 We had considerable difficulty in impressing this elementary truth on our hill…bred totos until one day； hearing wild shrieks from the direction of the river； I rushed down to find the lot huddled together in the very middle of a sand spit that…reached well out into the stream。 Inquiry developed that while paddling in the shallows they had been surprised by the sudden appearance of an ugly snout and well drenched by the sweep of an eager tail。 The stroke fortunately missed。 We stilled the tumult； sat down quietly to wait； and at the end of ten minutes had the satisfaction of abating that croc。
Generally we killed the brutes where we found them and allowed them to drift away with the current。 Occasionally however we wanted a piece of hide； and then tried to retrieve them。 One such occasion showed very vivi