Now we were to leave--to go back into the maelstrom of the busy places and bid farewell to our friendly savages and genial camp-fires.

The Akeleys were remaining some months longer, but Stephenson and I were scheduled to leave.
[Photograph: Just Before Saying Good-by to My Horse] [Photograph: Manila Bay] [Photograph: The Boro Boedoer Ruins] There were a few busy days in Nairobi.

The horses were sold, the porters were paid off, the trophies were prepared for shipment, and our camp outfits and guns were either sold or packed for their journey homeward.
There were affectionate and rather tearful partings from good friends, then a quick railway trip to the coast and a day or two of waiting in Mombasa.

The hunting was over.

Now it was a mere matter of getting home in ninety days, and for variety's sake we elected to go home through India, Java, China, and Japan.