English understatement for a bring-'em back alive expedition turns over quite a bit of fun as the author magicks the nuisances of collecting animals and birds (this done by his companion, coolly self-possessed John Yealland) for English zoos. Hunting and buying what was ordered proved to be nothing to keeping his charges alive and well, to tending the captives as diet, sickness and rare temperaments confused their days. There were some creatures that refused to be caught; there were carriers and hunters to deal with; there was small and big ""beef"" to track down; there was forest, mountain and lake to be explored for finds; there was a ju-ju that worked; and -- there were the animals and birds who were there constant worry, neighbors and joy. The rare lemur, the snakes, the drills, baboons, and monkeys, the rats, squirrels and chameleons, the delicate dulkers, the chimpanzee Chumley -- and more and more. Along with conspicuous lack of success at times, the dogged madness which astounded the inhabitants of the rain forests of the British Cameroons, and the infuriating mishaps, they found unexpected luck and deep delight in the country and its life. This is unabashed, unpretentious and wholly good reading.