said, “that most of your trips ended in disaster of some
sort or another, and yet you went on making them, which strikes one as a
little strange.”
“Yes, I dare say: but then, remember I got my living for many years out of
hunting. Besides, half the charm of the thing lay in the dangers and
disasters, though they were terrible enough at the time. Another thing is, my
trips were not all disastrous. Some time, if you like, I will tell you a
story of one which was very much the reverse, for I made several thousand
pounds out of it, and saw one of the most extraordinary sights a hunter ever
came across. It was on this trip that I met the bravest native woman I ever
knew; her name was Maiwa. But it is too late now, and besides, I am tired of
talking about myself. Pass the water, will you!”
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THE END