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that flowed from the lake was only fifteen yards wide, deep 
and rapid; but this, together with the multitude of small 
brooks that flow from the mountains on the south of the 
lake, would be sufficient to account for the large body of 
water that flows through the Budessa Galana. 
I was told that a small stream does circle around from the 
northeast, and empty into the Galana Amara; but I do not 
think that this can be the Omo, or, if it is the Omo, that 
stream must be a very insignificant affair. While return- 
ing, a rhinoceros charged us, after being wounded by one 
of my bullets; but before he reached us I had had time to 
load up, and gave him two more bullets, breaking his 
shoulder. 
As we needed food, and the Somali boys would not eat 
rhinoceros meat, I also killed a zebra out of a herd that was 
standing gazing at us as we passed by. Its companions 
fled; but before they had gone fifty yards, the mate of the 
one [had killed uttered a peculiar roar, and came galloping 
back directly toward us. He actually came within twenty 
yards of us before he stopped, and received a fatal bullet in 
the head. 
The camp was made very merry, the boys cooking the 
zebra meat and eating the whole night through. At mid- 
night I went out of my tent to enjoy the interesting scene. 
There was a slight ripple on the waters of the lake, the 
little wavelets shedding forth showers of stars as they re- 
flected the bright light of the moon. The quiet outside 
the camp was only broken by the occasional deep grunt of 
a hippopotamus or the barking of a fox. Turning now to 
the camp, a different scene presented itself. Fires blazed 
brightly on every side, lighting up the various groups of 
my boys so as to make them look very picturesque, their 
smooth dark skin shining like silk, and their faces wreathed 
in smiles as they sang away merrily or chewed their huge 
