From diary of February 27th, 1907.
Saw two hippos. Thought Anstrossi said they were
buffalo. So was glad when I found out what they were. I did
not want to go home without having seen only two dead ones.
In a few minutes I saw two more. Anstrossi fired at them but
I did 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.
