Alongside a huge fallen tree the lad stopped and excitedly began
pointing at the fallen giant and seeing our puzzlement he proceeded
to find a sharp stick. After digging vigorously for some moments
he produced a large fat grub with a small black head by which he
held it securely before biting off the body and proceeding to chew
it vigorously whilst rubbing his bare stomach.
He then indicated by gesture that he would like to dig for more
and, although our RAF friend was impatient, I said yes and in an
astonishingly short time he had dug out a considerable pile which
he wrapped up in a huge leaf.
Ascending out of the trees we entered a moor of Pyrethrum bushes,
once used as a garden pest killer, and came to a gully which ran
away from the wood. There, to the delight of the airman, were three
antelope - I was a bit suspicious but he assured me that they were
not those of the house.
They never moved when he raised the rifle and fired. One of them
fell down. We all rushed over and it turned out that he had shot
one of the does through the shoulder, but he was too squeamish to
finish off the job so I loaded the gun with a bullet from a bag
the boy held and moved as if I was going shoot it through the head.
An anguished squeal diverted me to a heart shot and after a few
quivers the animal was dead. I walked off over the moor to leave
them to their diversion.
After a mile or two I walked back to find they were still there,
in a general air of merriment - they had cut off the head of the
doe and were engaged in chattering with the natives for some gewgaws.
We then returned to the hotel, still with some qualms but everything
seemed to be alright.
However, just after dark a terrible noise arose. It turned out
to be the hostess shouting at the airman. She turned him out of
the hotel and added the coup de grace to her actions by throwing
his clothes after him. She then stormed out of the hall and into
our room demanding what I knew of this incident to which, after
a lot of to and fro-ing, she became convinced that I knew nothing
of what was alleged. The poor bloke had to walk back to Molo with
his case and without his antelope head, but after a fairly lengthy
grilling she was finally convinced of our innocence.