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[[underlined]] Dec 27. [[/underlined]]
Off at 6:45 and one of the most trying days I have ever had in my life. A good 20 miles under the worst sun I have ever seen. The country dried & parched up & clouds of dust accompanied one as the wind was from behind. We reached the R. Guaso Ny^[[insertion]]i[[/insertion]]ro about 1:45 & the joy of seeing running water was great. My lips were covered with a sort of green slime & my tongue was too big for my mouth.
C. stalked some oryx earlier in the day, but failed to get one, he shot a Zebra close down to the river. [[strikethrough]] S [[/strikethrough]] I went for 4 wildebeest and had a shot at about 250 yards with my .375 & hit him somewhere very near the right place, but I expect I had not allowed for the wind, for after staggering about for a bit he joined about 200 Zebras & went slowly off. I followed about a mile but could not get up & was awfully beat myself & the river being only about half a mile ^[[insertion]] off [[/insertion]], I let him go. Not very sporting but the thought of running water was too much for me. I filled my water bottle & just poured it down.