Show MADE D RUNK DRUNK BY mosquitoes small pests not the wild animals are the real troubles of the african hunter the african mosquitoes intoxicate you they inject so much poison into i you that you are dazed your eyes roll and you stagger and speak thickly in a word youre drunk said a missionary sio nary in the nyasha country id always start selling gelling ready for bed and the mosquitoes an hour before sunset id set up my mosquito net with the utmost care id clamp down its edges edgee with valises and boxes id light inside it three green wood fires filling it with a bitter smoke that all insects are supposed to loathe finally id get in myself id smoke big pipes of the black native tobacco and id long miserably in that hot smoky atmosphere tor for tin the dawn despite all my precautions quite or mosquitoes would get inside my net as soon as darkness tell fell 1 they were like a wha whirlwind rl wand in there it have been worse worse their noise and their nipping made me feverish mide made me really delirious at times at last in exhaustion id get a lew few hours of 0 troubled sleep awakening I 1 tor for breakfast drunk from the polson poison injected by hundreds ot of tiny needles into my veins eveln no it the elephants or the giraffes that trouble the african hunter but the |