This collection of African stories has no pretentious purpose. It is merely the record of a most delightful hunting trip into those fascinating regions along the Equator, where one may still have “thrilling adventures” and live in a story-book atmosphere, where the “roar of the lion” and the “crack of the rifle” are part of the every-day life, and where in a few months one may store up enough material to keep the memory pleasantly occupied all the rest of a lifetime.

The stories are descriptive of a four-and-a-half months’ trip in the big game country and pretend to no more serious purpose than merely to relate the experiences of a self-confessed amateur under such conditions.