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Grand & Tommies. C killed a good Wildebeest out of a herd just before arriving in Camp. We are now on the edge of the Loieta Plains but there has been an awful drought and it is little better than a desert with no feed, so the game has moved.
[[underlined]] Jan 16. [[/underlined]]
A long lie & breakfast at 6 am this morning. We then went out with 30 porters & had a drive along the bottom of the Hill for leopards or a chance lion. C & I never had much faith in it as Bates boys at the Duka spend their time shooting  and poisoning as far as I can make out. However he said we were sure to see something - so we went & of course was a blank.
On the way home we hunted out the bush down the river, and I got a shot as a Bush Buck. He dashed through the bush quite close to me and I tried to snap him, but missed him. However he dashed on & into the open going straight away from & I had just had time for a second shot & to my delight knocked him head over heels. However he was up & into the bush in a twinkling. I know he must have got it