National Geographic : 1927 Jul
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by F. Herbert Fowler A SOLEMN NEPHEW OF THE LAUGHING JACKASS Darwin's kingfisher, one of the rarest birds in the world, "hangs himself on a hickory limb" and spends his days on the desert isles of the Cape Verde group in pursuit of the wily grass 1 hopper. sioner and he grants it; the husband pays the wife an amount equal to that her father received and she goes back to her people." SENEGAMBIAN BIG GAME Cuyler and Robert H. Rockwell, who went back into the interior to hunt big game in the Bondu country, found condi tions somewhat different. They traveled inland with equipment and an interpreter cook, Sorie Bah; secured a famous old hunter and his assistants as guides, with a couple of Senegalese soldiers to guard their equipment, and started for the banks of the Senegal and Gambia rivers, where camp was established (see page 33). Some of the native Mandingo chiefs and subchiefs here ran to six or seven wives and lived in considerable style in their thatched-roof houses. One chief, a graduate of a French college, had a modern flat-topped desk in his office, with a stenographer, who used the typewriter very efficiently, to handle the French cor respondence which piled up regularly on the desk. Even though the game was scattered by the rains, the two hunters bagged some interesting specimens of the hartebeest, roan antelope, water-buck, bush-buck, harnessed antelope, Ward's and the bohor reedbucks, several kinds of the little duiker antelopes, wart-hogs, and other African mammals. Especially fortunate were they late one afternoon in hearing the coughing roar of a big male Gambian lion (Felis leo gambianus), which broke from the bush ahead of them up an open trail. Cuyler gave Rockwell, the more experienced hunter, the shot. The first two attempts, with sights at 300 yards, stirred the dust beyond the lion; the third, with sights slightly lowered and gun resting over Cuyler's powerful shoulders, struck the lion in his left eye, shattered his mastoid, and dropped him in his tracks, at a meas ured distance of 273 yards-a feat that, when related, impels the listener to tell the story of the lion tamer and the lyin' scoundrel! WE LEAVE AFRICA BEHIND But we have the lion skin-that's what we needed-and it is, we believe, the first of its kind ever brought back to America.