Jungle jauntings remembered after 26 years, this covers what is by now something of a familiar territory -- the staggering vistas of Tanganyika Territory. But in 1927 things must have been a bit different: lions were considered veldt vermin; licenses, shooting restrictions and trained guides were rather on the loose side as compared to Hunter and other books. The author, a retired doctor and dean of the University of Pittsburgh Medical School, (bachelor), didn't think twice when the Walker brothers, (Cub (22) and Kenneth (21)), invited him for an African interlude, which lasted five months and which has remained tender and flourishing in his memory all these years. He has an humble approach, on the cautionary side, which does little to restrain his Rover Boy companions; he is aware of the dangers they (well, let's be frank) invited; he is alert to the hunting dreamland he encountered, with the lion, buffalo, oryx, cheetah, elephant, rhino, leopard, giraffe, etc., etc.; and he gets an awful lot off his medicine chest. There's lots of shooting -- and not all hits --; you can count on all the birds and the beasts being there; the two trucks, cameras and waterhole observation (along with insects) take their proper place; the ""hair raisers"" send the writer up many a tree -- and for a rather innocent abroad, this does have its own quality.