I didn't need any alarm clock to wake me up at daybreak (Monday, February 7.) I was awake waiting for it. Breakfast was just a quick grab-as-grab can "meal," mostly rum in a cup of coffee to thaw out the night's chill. As soon as I could get my cameras, hand-axe and skin-ping knives together I left camp vith five strong natives for the spot where I had downed my sladang and we made good time getting there before the sun got high enough to make hiking uncomfortable. On the spot, I first had the men clear enough tall grass away from the sladang io make it possible to take pictures and when I had finished with photography we fell on the carcass and commenced the laborious job of taking the head, with the skin right down to the brisket and up to the top of the shoulders. Tiran had told me that sladang hide was much tougher than elephant hide and it was not long before I learned that he was right again, The best part of three hours were consumed in taking the head and ihe four feet, with the natives working carefully under my direction and my taking a hand occasionally in the affair. We finally got everything loaded up on the coolies and off on our return trip to camp so that we arrived there about L30 p.m. After ow" we spent the afternoon in scraping the skin and skull and rubbing them down with salt and alum, and I turned in at night, tired but with no complaints.
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