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Updated: May 23, 2025
In open country a safari can be permitted to straggle over miles, for always it can keep in touch by sight; but in this thorn-scrub desert, that looks all alike, a man fifty yards out of sight is fifty yards lost. We would march fifteen or twenty minutes, then sit down to wait until the rearmost men had straggled in, perhaps a half hour later.
The line of the road still stretched away its interminable length until it disappeared in the distance. And then, as we crawled sleepily ahead over the rises, the Colonel was the first to notice the lion spoor in the dust. With sudden animation the safari awoke from the lethargy of the hot, monotonous march.
And down the N'Gouramani River many of our white men with Mahindi fought with strange white men on a hill below Ol Sambu, but were driven off. And many Mahindi are coming in to Mombasa, all with guns, and all the askaris are brought into Nairobi. And we told these safari men that the white men were making war on the white men, so they cried out at this, and beat us."
"We may be too far in the mountains to pick up the beam. I wonder...." He swept the needle in another direction, slightly to the left. A crackle spat from the mike. Vye could not read code but the very fury and intensity of that sound suggested panic even terror. "What's that?" Hume spoke without looking away from the control board. "Alarm." "From the safari?" "No. Wass."
Accordingly, through the long hot days the safari plodded back over the way we had come from the Soda Swamp to Agate's, from Agate's to the Honeybird River, and then on once more to the Last Water. The cameras were stowed away on the wagons, the ropes remained coiled on the saddles, for there was no probability of our finding lions on the way.
Think of the kid, lady, and what it would be for you both to fall into Rokoff's hands again. For his sake you must do what Ay say. Here, take my rifle and ammunition; you may need them." He shoved the gun and bandoleer into the shelter beside Jane. Then he was gone. She watched him as he returned along the path to meet the oncoming safari of the Russian. Soon a turn in the trail hid him from view.
"I left orders that they were to move on at day break," explained the trader, "so that we could get a good start. I knew that you and I could easily overtake a laden safari. It may not be until tomorrow that we'll catch up with them." But though they traveled part of the night and all the following day no sign of the safari appeared ahead of them.
This beast was the principal zoological end of our expedition; though, of course, as always, we hoped for a chance lion. Geographically we wished to find the source of the Swanee River, and to follow that stream down to its joining with the Tsavo. About half-past one we passed our safari boys.
A glance at his captors taught him that these were safari men and not savages of the country; and, with full knowledge of the general situation, he was not long in guessing out his present plight. But now was not the time for talk. A half-hour's walk took the party to a second water-hole, the indications for which Simba had already noted on his little scouting tour.
In eight months of steady shooting, for example-shooting for trophies, as well as to feed a safari of fluctuating numbers, counting jackals, marabout and such small trash-I got away with 395 rounds of small bore ammunition and about 100 of large. This accounted for 225 kills. That should give one an idea.
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