CHAPTER XIII
THE LONE MALE OF KARISIMBI
By November 14th, I felt about as happy
and about as unhappy as I ever have in my
life. I felt exceedingly well about the success
of my gorilla hunts. I had four fine specimens for
the group which I intended to mount for the American
Museum of Natural History in New York, and I had
several hundred feet of moving-picture film of live
gorillas in their native forests—the first photographs
of live wild gorillas ever taken. I also had the fever
and that was what I was unhappy about. It was not
only uncomfortable but it also threatened to interfere
seriously with my plans and to put me in
an embarrassing position with the rest of the party.
Mr. and Mrs. Bradley and Miss Miller were camped
at Kissenyi two days' march away. It had been
agreed that I should investigate the gorillas alone
first, but it was not contemplated that I get sick
during the investigation and not be ready to provide
hunting for them. They had come all the way to
Central Africa to hunt gorillas and the obligation
rested on me to see that they had that experience.
I was afraid that if I did not get them up into the
gorilla mountains quickly, I might not be in shape to
fulfil this obligation and pleasure. So I sent a rather
