The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-03-12

that M'sungo's impotence seemed to
be dying down, and said so.
"Oh," he explained, there's no great
hurry. We aren't after antelope, you
know. Three out Of every five ele-
plants shot are killed at the noon hour.
If the one we are after Is travelling,
Wen lever, never see him, for he II
think nothing Of ninety miles as
days stroll. If he's feeding, and
that's the probability in this case,
Wen come up with him at the heat
Of the day under big tree doing and
lazily tanning himself with his ears"
The country across the river was q
contrast to anything Andrea had seen.
1t was what M'sungo called NANCY !;
totally bare in spots and breaking out
In others into thorn thickets or GASES
Of thick brush. Farther upstream was
forest Of high straight trees, much
higher than the tembas, but inland
this towering growth suddenly fell to
low level of bush that cut gray
line along the horizon. The band Of
gray was broken here and there by
the black dome Of tree.
M'sungo followed the direction Of
Andrea's eyes. THAT long gray patch"
he said, that's elephant bush but
Lord knows when Wen get there"
The wizened men led them upstream
and soon they were in the deep shade
of the high forest, but not for long.
In ten minutes they traversed It, for
1t was nothing but a tongue, long
screen extending from elephant bush
to river. Scarcely had they left its
shelter when the three hunters paused
and with them M'sungo. Andrea
pressed forward.
The soggy ground was pock-marked
with great holes Of varying sizes; the
smallest foot In circumference, the
largest, three. females and young
sters," murmured M'sungo in explana-
ton, 'all trash" He stood quite still,
his eyes travelling rapidly over a wide
radius, pausing suddenly when the
tracker thoughtfully touched grass
blade with his toe or another boy SOL
EMMY measured a spoor with his feet
placed one ahead Of the other, looked
up inquiringly and retired in confusion
at the kindly sneer on the faces Of the
hunters.
"Why are you waitlng?" asked An.
drea impatiently.
M'sungo flashed a look at her.
"WaitingT he whispered. "We're not
waiting. Every man here, according
to his lights, is reading. You saw
that cheeky gunbearer measure q
spoor and then withdraw with a hang
dog look. He thought he had spotted
male bull. He has made himself
ridiculous for a year. Tonight you'll
hear the camp telling the joke on him
over and over again. But the trackeI
touches q. blade Of grass bent one way
with his toe and presently you'll see
him with twig broken in the oppo
site direction. There he goes now
He looks as II he were day-dreaming
doesn't her.
Andrea nodded.
"weli, he isn't" continued Msungo
by now he has read the whole story
He knows how many females made
this mess of trail and how many
young. He knows when they came
and when they went. He could Ill ir
their stay with dozen incidents. each
one complete in itself. such ms wher,
a youngster slipped, fell, sQuealed and
got spanked by his mother. But sucf
trimmings Of details impress them
selves only on his subconscious mind
In wealthy his whole attention is fixet
on the main chance. BY the seassn Of
the year he knows that this herd Is no
travelling alone. The track Of TIT
males Is nearby. II we didn't hav,
the three old hunters we would 60 III
the bank of the river until we strucl
1t, but we don't have to because the,
found II by chance this morning at TIL
first streak Of dawn"
While he talked, the tracker stud
led, The three wizened sat aloof, taking
snuff. Now, at nod from M'sungo
they arose and proceeded swift.
along the margin of the big trees
Presently they swerved 10 the left an,
plunged through underground to |,
Iwell-marked path. In the fine dus
Of that runway Andrea saw the iden
deal monster spoor thnt the old bIacI
had drawn with his finger on IT,
| ground beside her breakfast table.
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