Towels and water are ready, and pajamas and cholera belt are on the pillow of the cot.

Everything is done that should be done, and I am immediately in a well established house with all my favorite articles in their accustomed places.
[Drawing: _The Safari in Camp_] A luncheon, with fruit, meat, curry and a pastry is ready by the time we are, and then we smoke or sleep through the broiling midday hours.

Mr.
Stephenson--or "Fred," as he is with us--and I go out on a scouting expedition and look for good specimens to add to our collection of horns or to get food for the porters.

Sometimes the whole party went out, either photographing charging rhinos or shooting, but this part of the daily program was usually too varied to generalize as part of the daily doings.

Several porters went with each of us to bring in the game, which there is rarely any uncertainty of securing.
In the evening we return and find our baths of hot water ready.