. On safari : big game hunting in British East Africa, with studies in bird-life . as their habitis, speedily set the reston the alert. From eachpatch of covert sprang—or ran—great packsof helmeted guinea-fowl,francolins, quail, and jumping hares, thelatter bouncing a yardin air at intervals asthey sped away. Therewere C[uaint hornbills [Lophoceros), bee-eaters andbush-cuckoos, while gorgeous little sunbirds flutteredover each flowering shrub. A fantastic bird-form, ofwhich we saw a pair to-day, is the mop-headed touraco(Turacus), with a ringing voice that sounds almosthuman. On the thorny mim
. On safari : big game hunting in British East Africa, with studies in bird-life . as their habitis, speedily set the reston the alert. From eachpatch of covert sprang—or ran—great packsof helmeted guinea-fowl,francolins, quail, and jumping hares, thelatter bouncing a yardin air at intervals asthey sped away. Therewere C[uaint hornbills [Lophoceros), bee-eaters andbush-cuckoos, while gorgeous little sunbirds flutteredover each flowering shrub. A fantastic bird-form, ofwhich we saw a pair to-day, is the mop-headed touraco(Turacus), with a ringing voice that sounds almosthuman. On the thorny mimosas by the riverside satwhite-headed eagles [Haliaetus vocifer) that rose as wepassed, startling the echoes with strident cries. All day long the spy-glass was kept employed,examining some new thing. We ^vere here, zoologicallyspeaking, in a new world—the Ethiopian Region —and its wealth of wild-life was bewildering. Intenseinterest kept us going without desire to kill; indeed, forseveral marches w^e shot little beyond w^hat w^as actuallynecessary to feed our HEAD OF HELMETED GUINEA-FOWL. HUNTING IN THE RIFT VALLEY 17 The sun was nearly dipping when, after a twelve-hours march, we reached our camp, ah-eady pitched ina lovely grove by the Enderit—here merely a muddycreek dawdling in the depths of a bush-clad we dined that happy evening under a spreadingmimosa, the evenings peace was broken by our friendsthe crowned cranes filing overhead in noisy skeins toroost in the tall fever-trees beyond. Ducks were flightingin the gloom up the river, and, ere we turned in, lionscommenced to call in the woods below\
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