Unfortunately I Had
No More Time At My Disposal In Which To Explor
These Hills, As I Was Anxious To Resume Work
At Tsavo As Soon As Possible; So After Breakfast
We Packed Up The Zebra Skin And Began To Retrace
Our Steps Through The Jungle.
It was an intensely
hot day, and we were all very glad when at
length we reached the home camp.
Most of my little trips of this sort, however,
were made in a northerly direction, towards the
ever-interesting Athi or Sabaki rivers. After a
long and tiring walk through the jungle what a
pleasure it was to lie up in the friendly shelter
of the rushes which line the banks, and watch
the animals come down to drink, all unconscious
of my presence. I took several photographs of
scenes of this kind, but unfortunately many of
the negatives were spoiled. Often, too, on a
brilliant moonlight night have I sat on a rock
out in the middle of the stream, near a favourite
drinking place, waiting for a shot at whatever
fortune might send my way. How exasperating
it was, when the wind changed at the critical
moment, and gave me away to the rhino or other
animal I had sat there for hours patiently awaiting!
Occasionally I would get heartily tired of my
weary vigil and would wade ashore through
the warm water, to make my bed in the
soft sand regardless of the snap, snap of the crocodiles
which could plainly be heard from the deeper pools
up and down the river.
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