Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-09-19

station, Outram started in the eighth on an
other try to get my mail, with nine porters tc
fetch new supplies, and followed by little yellow
Pugge. Later in the day we missed Rollo, the
big SETTER and concluded he had followed Out
ram Safarl.
Outram off, Jordan hurried away the three
Wanderobo to bring up their village, and sent
three Lunbwa, Arab Tumo, Arab Barta, and
Arab SendOw, out on a scout to locate elephant
Then he, Mataia, MoSoni, and | started out on
a search for rhino, which there are found with
horns up to thirty-four inches in length and
therefore would make my Engari Xiii twenty
three and a half-nch kill look like toto.
For two hours we skirted the edge of forest,
looking for the track of big fellow returning
from the nights feeding to his customary
morning nap in the bush; but, finding no spoor
except some of moderate size, we spent another
two hours within the forest, on the chance of
sighting or hearing one worth while.
And it is downright breath holding work,
nothing less, l believe, for even the coolest
blooded man,-poking along forest paths
strewn with fresh rhino and buffalo sign, always
IN dusk like late twilight, sometimes along low
winding tunnels through tangles of vines, some
times along high arched aisles, always (there)
surrounded on all sides by an eght-foot broad
leaved bush suggesting the rhododendron and
carrying great clusters of pale golden fruit that
look like punches of lemon-yellow grapes, whose
dense green mass seldom opens YOU view of
more than five or ten yards distance and makes
most awkward going when one has to sidestep
a charge.
There is a fascination in it could not resist,
and yet whenever | stepped out of the threat
holding shadows of the wood back half blinded
INTO the light and warmth of the sun, l always
found myself feeling much like l fancy man
must feel who might have the luck to find HIM
self climbing out of his own grave. Perhaps
older hands get used to it, but know never
did. And | noted that even Arab Tumo, who
for four hours stalked ahead of me silent as
he
no aid but that of his own good spear, of sixty
rhino approached every path turn crouched
and muscle-taut for an instant shift.
Now and again the paths were widened into
broad bed chambers shaped by the Big Fellows,
always In the lowest, densest rooted bush where
the floor was softly strewn with bits of broken
twigs, again dropped steeply down to deep
clear, cold pools, richly tapestried roundabout
with the pale green of their moss covered
rock walls, the baths rhino and buffalo love to
cool themselves IN after a strenuous night
afoot.
The first hour our only real sensation was a
crashing stampede of buffalo that caught our
wind before sighted them-and evidently
didn't like it, for off to the left through the tim
Der they raced
The second hour we struck the fresh spoor of
two very big male lion and followed it from one
path to another. until finally they left the paths
and bore away into thickets where we lost all
trace of them.
Then we quit for the day and logged back to
camp and a late luncheon. where we found the
fourth Wanderobo had slipped away unseen.
whether for his honey or his toto we could only
guess.
On the Trail of Two Rhinos
WITH no word come of our elephant scouts
we spent the next forenoon on the fresh
spoor of two rhino, splendid big bull, by
his footprints, the other a cow. And it was an
everlasting lot of sweet things the pair must
have had to tell each other; for five hours we
kept after them, rarely along paths, breaking
through patches of bushes or corners of virgin
wood only to wind away at random through
long grass, for all the world like two lovers blind
to all but each other and seeking seclusion from
their kind. Three times we heard them near
ahead of us in the rhododendrons, but before
we could finish safe stalk they had moved on