Accordingly We Pushed On Again
And After A Little Rested For A Short Time Under The
Shade Of Some Trees.
We had gone about three
miles after resuming our search for game, when
one of the porters remembered that
He had left
the water-bottle he was carrying at the trees
where we had halted, so he was sent back for it
with strict injunctions to make haste and to rejoin
us as quickly as possible. Curiously enough, this
trifling incident proved quite providential; for the
porter (whose name was Sabaki), after recovering
the water-bottle, found himself unable to trace us
through the jungle and accordingly struck home
for camp. On his way back he actually stumbled
over the dead body of the eland which I had shot
the previous day and which the search party I
had sent out in the morning had failed to find.
They were still looking for it close at hand,
however, so Sabaki hailed them and they at once
set to work to skin and cut up the animal, and
then carried it to the camp.
Meanwhile, of course, we knew nothing of all
this, and continued our hunt for game. Shortly
after noon we had a light lunch, and while
we were eating it our guides, Uliagurma and
Landaalu, discovered a bees' nest in a fallen tree
and proceeded to try to extract the honey, of
which the Masai are very fond. This interference
was naturally strongly resented by the bees, and
soon the semi-naked youths ran flying past us
with the angry swarm in full pursuit.
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