ABSTRACT
OneNE day there was a Big Game shoot to which my father had been invited as he was well known as a fine shot. Preparations had been going on for some time, but my sister and I knew nothing of the great day which came and went without our small world within the camp being disturbed. As we travelled about the country with my father on his tours, the camps—expertly erected and struck by a staff of Indians paid and employed by the government—were considerable affairs and housed some fifty engineers and others who like us were members of the families of the higher paid technicians. Being of the 'Chief's' entourage, my mother, sister and self were like local insignificant royalty. There were no other children so one or other of the temporarily unemployed Indians was usually told to keep an eye on us so we did not stray.
