Citizens would have talked of it for years.

It would have taken an honored place in the lion-hunting literature of Africa, for no lion hunters have ever pursued a band of lions in a carriage and brought back a carriage-load of them.
We almost regretted having had the chance that we so heartbreakingly lost.
But we told about it when we struck town, and before the day was over it was the topic in hotels and clubs throughout the whole town of Nairobi.
Everybody who had a gun was resolved to go out the next day, and interest was at a fever pitch.
We went out again the following morning, shot at wildebeests at all known ranges, from two hundred yards up to five hundred yards--but our luck was against us.

We came back empty-handed, and our chief reward for the morning's work was the great privilege of seeing both Mount Kenia, ninety miles north, and Kilima-Njaro, nearly two hundred miles southeast, as clear as a cameo against the lovely African sky.
The lesson of this story is not so much a review of bad shooting or of bad luck.

The thing that seems most noteworthy is that within six or seven miles from Nairobi, nearly all the time within sight of the house-tops of that town, we had seen fifteen varieties of wild game, some of which were present in great numbers.
Wildebeest Hartebeest Hyena Jackal Thompson's Gazelle Lion Rabbit Waterbuck Impalla Giant Bustard Ostrich Wart-hog Wild Dog Steinbuck Grant's Gazelle Surely there is still some game left in Africa..