tION by Doris Lessing January 21, 1956

    Noypes erms), I can more often t be  give me a flock of guinea fory.” From to casual mention of time t smen are oozing envy of ual safari. I keep truto myself.

    Not t I  seen lions. I ered teresting animals, in to look at time to time. And on my o flouris. I do not care. I never did.

    Along otle game goes t t trievably est (against practically everyt all started very, early,  to go even furto ly at t attempt,  and s  becoming for a girl to ride a boy’s bicycle, and stuck out for one of my o tate of t off tely.

    In t of table and evasive be is easy to understand ook aim at a small bird sitting on a t bad because t  gone to  immediately took on its proper colors; to fire at a sitting bird oget in a good oblique s at a bird y yards off, rong elope, iful in our parts but very good to eat— kill one unless  arranged an exing crahick bush, preferably in heavy mud.

    o me, I said I did not care for it.  stick to trut imagine. I did point out t even people like er Jim and Elep Bill used sguns for birds on t it o use a .22 rifle, but my brot moved. I did not expect o be.

    After o sc to ook te in ion of term. I spent a ing tting bullets in and taking t.  flinc out into t.

    t of bus, miles of it in every direction,  paradise for sportsmen. I remember clearly  first day, I mooned along, t Guinevere and Anne of Green Gables, until a fine kudu bull (fauna of t covetable sort, antelope t ly been scrutinizing