Dae THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
succeeded in finding very good sport. Many a catfish 
did we land weighing ten pounds or over, on our nine- 
ounce rods. These fish, usually so sluggish in Amer- 
ican waters, proved to be very gamy in Africa, often 
taking out forty yards of line at a single run. But we 
had the best sport with the large silvery-scaled mullet- 
like fish, which would rise readily, and would not allow 
itself to be killed before it had made many leaps. One 
morning Dodson and I spent only one hour at the river, 
and caught in that time a dozen large fish, besides 
shooting three crocodiles. While my boy Abdi Farrah 
was trying to turn one of the crocodiles over, thinking 
it was quite dead, the animal struck at him with its 
open mouth. Fortunately it was too weak to aim accu- 
rately, but merely struck Abdi’s arm sideways with its 
teeth, giving him a nasty cut and sending him sprawling 
in the mud. 
We saw for the first time at Bari the beautiful red- 
breasted bee-eaters which abound about many African 
lakes (JZerops nudscus). These are most strikingly hand- 
some birds, about the size of a thrush, with a long forked 
tail, blue head, and with the feathers on their backs, 
wings, and breasts colored with different shades of pink 
and red. They will remain stationary for some seconds 
in the air, and then dart down suddenly like a hawk 
to capture some cricket that may have carelessly come 
from its hole in the daytime. 
Swarms of natives. crowded around us whenever we 
went to the villages, never seeming to tire of gazing 
at the white man; and frequently there would be groups 
of women at work in the cornfields, who would start 
dancing and singing in the most abandoned fashion 
whenever we passed them. The natives, learning that 
I was a physician, came to me so often that I had to 
