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　　From adventurer, explorer, p***ographer, writer, pied piper

Peter Beard—eleven irresistible tales, told to his daughter in his

tented encampment at Hog Ranch, Kenya, about life, about living,

about Africa.

He writes of the East African hills he came to know so well over

four decades, where time slows to infinity in a great bottomless,

bottle green underwate***orld . . . about Nairobi in the 1950s,

still a quaint, eccentric pioneer town, full of characters of all

stripes and tribes, where rhinoceros roamed the streets and local

residents went to the movies in pajamas.

He writes of the camp he built twelve miles outside of Nairobi so

that he would never be off safari, a forty-acre patch of bush

called Hog Ranch (abutting Karen Blixen’s plantation), named for

the families of warthogs who wandered into camp, a camp populated

with waterbuck, suni, dik-diks, leopard, giraffe, and occasionally

lion and buffalo.

In “Big Pig at Hog Ranch,” Beard tells the story of Thaka

(translation from the Kikuyu: “handsome stud”), Hog Ranch’s

number-one, fearsome, 300-pound warthog, who came into camp and

dropped to the ground happy for a vigorous tummy rub, and who one

night, “lying in his favorite position, munching on corn and

barbeque chicken,” was encroached upon by a bristly haired,

wild-looking boar hog. All three hundred pounds of Thaka exploded

straight at the hairy intruder, the two brutish, bony heads

crashing together thundering through the camp and Pete***itnessed

the unleashed power—the bullish strength—of the wild pig . .

.

In “Roping Rhino,” Beard tells of his first job in Africa,

rounding up and relocating rhinos for the Kenya Game Department

with his cohort and neighbor, a weather-beaten native of Old Kenya

who thrived on danger and refused to bathe—and of the enormous

silver-backed rhino bull that became their Moby Dick . . .

He writes of his quest to p***ograph overpopulated and

habitat-destroying elephants for Life magazine on the eve of

Kenya’s independence . . . of his close encounte***ith the

legendary man-eating li*** of “Starvo” (descendants of the famed

beasts rumored to be immune to bullets, who in the late nineteenth

century halted the c***truction of the Mombasa railroad, devouring

railroad workers and ***ing sleeping passengers from their

Pullman berths in the dead of night to make a meal of them), who

charged the author, “coming in slow motion, like a bullet train

erupting out of a tunnel, soundless, like an ancient force.”

He tells of his round-the-clock adventure tracking and studying

crocodiles with a game warden–biologist at Lake Rudolf, a tale that

begins with one crewmember being grabbed from behind by a ten-foot

crocodile and another doing battle with an almost prehistoric

m***ter fish—a 200-pound Great Nile perch! . . . and he writes of

the final wildlife encounter that ended his safari days, an

incident that proved Karen Blixen’s motto: “Be bold, be bold . . .

be not too bold.”

Zara’s Tales confirms to our c***tant surprise and delight that

“nothing out of the ordinary happens. It’s just Africa, after

all.”

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From adventurer, explorer, p***ographer, writer, pied piper Peter Beard—eleven irresistible tales, told to his daughter in his tented encampment at Hog Ranch, Kenya, about life, about living, about Africa.

He writes of the East African hills he came to know so well over four decades, where time slows to infinity in a great bottomless, bottle green underwate***orld . . . about Nairobi in the 1950s, still a quaint, eccentric pioneer town, full of characters of all stripes and tribes, where rhinoceros roamed the streets and local residents went to the movies in pajamas.

He writes of the camp he built twelve miles outside of Nairobi so that he would never be off safari, a forty-acre patch of bush called Hog Ranch (abutting Karen Blixen’s plantation), named for the families of warthogs who wandered into camp, a camp populated with waterbuck, suni, dik-diks, leopard, giraffe, and occasionally lion and buffalo.

In “Big Pig at Hog Ranch,” Beard tells the story of Thaka (translation from the Kikuyu: “handsome stud”), Hog Ranch’s number-one, fearsome, 300-pound warthog, who came into camp and dropped to the ground happy for a vigorous tummy rub, and who one night, “lying in his favorite position, munching on corn and barbeque chicken,” was encroached upon by a bristly haired, wild-looking boar hog. All three hundred pounds of Thaka exploded straight at the hairy intruder, the two brutish, bony heads crashing together thundering through the camp and Pete***itnessed the unleashed power—the bullish strength—of the wild pig . . .

In “Roping Rhino,” Beard tells of his first job in Africa, rounding up and relocating rhinos for the Kenya Game Department with his cohort and neighbor, a weather-beaten native of Old Kenya who thrived on danger and refused to bathe—and of the enormous silver-backed rhino bull that became their Moby Dick . . .

He writes of his quest to p***ograph overpopulated and habitat-destroying elephants for Life magazine on the eve of Kenya’s independence . . . of his close encounte***ith the legendary man-eating li*** of “Starvo” (descendants of the famed beasts rumored to be immune to bullets, who in the late nineteenth century halted the c***truction of the Mombasa railroad, devouring railroad workers and ***ing sleeping passengers from their Pullman berths in the dead of night to make a meal of them), who charged the author, “coming in slow motion, like a bullet train erupting out of a tunnel, soundless, like an ancient force.”

He tells of his round-the-clock adventure tracking and studying crocodiles with a game warden–biologist at Lake Rudolf, a tale that begins with one crewmember being grabbed from behind by a ten-foot crocodile and another doing battle with an almost prehistoric m***ter fish—a 200-pound Great Nile perch! . . . and he writes of the final wildlife encounter that ended his safari days, an incident that proved Karen Blixen’s motto: “Be bold, be bold . . . be not too bold.”

Zara’s Tales confirms to our c***tant surprise and delight that “nothing out of the ordinary happens. It’s just Africa, after all.”