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daily, and I had my hands full the rest of the time in 
attending to my scientific work. When we stopped a 
day or two, it often happened that there was no game 
near, as I would endeavor to rest where I could do some 
trading; and there would be too many people for game 
to be abundant. 
If I had been on a sporting trip, and had stopped to hunt 
lions where they were most numerous, I could have found 
a great number. The natives told me there was a small 
lake lying near the Ganana River, called Hookoo; but I am 
quite doubtful if the report is true, although I have marked 
the lake on my map. 
On March 1 we marched five hours through a mountain- 
ous country, the road leading at one time over stony hills, 
and affording us beautiful views of the river Dawa, which 
we could make out for many leagues, pursuing its serpen- 
tine course through fine grassy plains, fringed on both 
sides by forests of palm-trees. About three miles from 
Hareri the stream formed a pretty little lake less than a 
mile long, surrounded by hills; and as we passed this lake, 
ten fine water-buck sprang from the water's edge, and gal- 
loped away over the hills, while myriads of aquatic birds 
started at our approach, and rising high into the air circled 
round and round above our heads. 
For two marches we did not see a sign of a human 
being until we came upon four Gallas, who of course ran 
off at first, but were afterwards found by my guide and in- 
duced to come to me. They said their village was a short 
march ahead, and that they belonged to the Gere Libin. 
Just before camping, five Waller’s gazelles appeared in an 
opening among the bushes; but the noise of the caravan 
frightened them, and I only managed to get a running 
shot ata buck a good way off. The animal disappeared 
at once; and then, to my surprise, after simply making a 
