New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-09-19

station, buiTa1n started n the eighth on an
other try - get my mail with nine porters 10
fetch new supplies and followed by little yellow
Pugge. Later II the day missed Rollo, the
big setter, and concluded he had followed Out
ram saiarI.
Outram off, Jordan hurried away the three
Wanderobo 70 BRING up their village, and sent
three LUmbwa, Arab IumO Arab Barta, and
Arab SendOw out on 4 scout 20 locate elephant
Then he, Mataia, MOsoni, and / started out on
4 search for rhIno, which there are found with
horns up % thITty-fOUT inches in length and
therefore would make my Engari XIII twenty
three and a half-inch kill look like a toto.
For two hours we skIrted the edge Of forest
looking for the track Of a 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 OF hearing one worth while.
And II IS downright breath holding work
nothing less, ! believe, Tor even the coolest
blooded 1nan,-poklng along forest paths
strewn with fresh rhino and buffalo sign always
IN dusk like late twilight, sometimes along low
winding tunnels through tanglcs OF vines some
times along high arChed aIslcs, always (therc)
surrounded on al sides by an eight-foot broad
icavcd bush suggesting the ThOdOdendron and
carrying great clusters OF pale golden fruit that
look like punches Of lcTnon-yellow grapes, whose
dense green mass seldom opens you view Of
more than five or ten yards distance and makes
most awkward gong when one has 70 sIdestep
a charge.
There is a fascination in it could not resist,
and yet whenever | stepped out Of the threat
holding shadows II the wood back, half blinded,
INTO the hight and warmth Of the sun, | always
found myself feeling much like fancy a man
must feel who might have the luck 10 find HIM
self climbing out Of his own grave. Perhaps
older hands get used 10 It, but / know | never
did. And | noted that even Arab Tumo who
Tor four hours stalkcd ahead Of me silent as q
craven image,-himsef the vanqusher, with
no AID but that Of his own good spear, OF sixty
approached every path turn crouchcd
and nuscle-taut for an instant SHIFT.
Now and again the paths were widencd into
broad bed chambers shaped by the Big Fellows
always IN the lowest, dcnsest rooted bush where
the floor was softly strewn with bits Of broken
twigs, again dropped steeply down 10 deep
clear, cold pools, richly tapcstricd roundabout
with the pale green Of their moss covered
rock walls the baths Thno and buffalo love 10
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 we sighted them-and evidently
didn't like it, for off 10 the left through the tim
Der they raced
The second hour we struck the fresh spoor Of
two very big male lion and followed IL from one
path 10 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.