id not, as thought it not the game when
one could not recover them. Before noon saw six in a bunch--and then
what I thought was a spit of rock with a hippo lying on the end of it,
turned out to be fifteen hippos in a line! Burnham has told he had
seen eleven in the Volta in one day. Before one o'clock, I had seen
twenty-six, and, later in the day Anstrossi fired at another, and shot
a hole in the awning. That made twenty-seven in one day. Also some
monkeys. The hippos were delightful. They seemed so aristocratic,
like gouty old gentlemen, puffing and blowing and yawning, as though
everything bored them.

From diary of February 28th, 1907.

When just going up for coffee, saw what was so big, looking at it
against horizon, thought it must be an elephant. Was a young hippo.
Captain Jensen brought boat within eighty yards of him, and both
Anstrossi and I fired, apparently knocking him off his legs, for he
rolled on his side as though his back was broken. I missed him the
second shot, which struck the water just in front of him. The other
three shots caught him in the head, in the mouth and ear. He lay quite
still, and the boys rushed out a gang plank and surrounded him singing
and shouting and cutting his tail to make him bleed and weaken him.
They don't die for an hour but he seemed dead enough, so I went to my
cabin to re-load my gun and my camera. In three minutes I came out,
and found the hippo still quiet. Then he began to toss his head and I
shot him again, to put him out of pain. In return for which he rolled
over into the water and got away. I was mad. Later saw four more.
Just at sunset while taking bath another was seen on shore. We got
within sixty yards of him and all of us missed him or at least did not
hurt him. He then trotted for the river with his head up and again I
must have missed, although at one place he was but fifty yards away,
when he entered the water, a hundred. I stepped it off later in the
sand. I followed him up and hit him or some one of us hit him and he
stood up on his hind legs. But he put back to land for the third time.
Captain said wait until moon came out. But though we hunted up to our
waists saw none. One came quite close at dinner. Seven on the day.

CONGO RIVER--March 1, 1907.

DEAR MOTHER:

I have been up the Congo as far as the Kasai river, and up that to a
place called Dima. There I found myself in a sort of cul de sac. I
found that the rubber