GOOD HUNTING. 23 
This was the first time I had met with either of these 
animals, those that I had previously seen being zebra grevil 
and Swayne’s hartebeests. I stalked a couple of hartebeests 
within a hundred yards, and heard my bullet tell loudly as 
I fired, but the animal did not drop. On looking around I 
saw another herd of hartebeests coming directly toward 
me, frightened at the noise of the caravan; so I lay down 
flat on my stomach until they got very close. It would 
have been an easy matter to have killed several out of the 
herd, but I fired only at one, killing it instantly. A little 
later I succeeded in killing a fine specimen of a lesser 
kudu. In the evening a terrific thunderstorm arose, con- 
verting the wadies into raging rivers. Everything was 
abominably wet and muddy. Because of the continuous 
rains, it was almost impossible to keep botanical speci- 
mens, and the damp.also ruined many of my photographic 
plates, in spite of all my precautions. 
Our progress was soon to be stopped, for on April 22 
we had reached the northern end of the valley, and were 
confronted by a great wall of mountains, rising from six to 
nine thousand feet above the sea level, Never in my life 
have [seen more game than there was about the edge of 
these mountains. Hundreds of zebras, hartebeests, eazelles, 
and ostriches, as well as many giraffes and rhinoceroses, were 
to be seen on all sides. We camped by a running stream of 
water called the Burga, that winds westward into the Galana 
Amara, — the river that I afterwards discovered emptying 
into Lake Stephanie. 
I believed at that time that this Galana was the river 
Omo, and that it flowed into Lake Rudolf instead of into 
“Boyi,’ as the Boran call Lake Stephanie. The natives 
call the stream “ Galana,” which simply means “ river;” so 
I have named it the Galana Amara, since it passes the 
Amara Mountains. After waiting two days and sending 
