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would rush down upon us, as he could now scent us, and 
Dodson and I were ready with our rifles to receive him; 
but his wound proved too much for him, and soon turned 
him over on his side. 
In a couple of hours we came to the road which the 
main caravan had taken, and after following along this for 
some time arrived at a village of the Watu Boran, where | 
found Haji Idris and my boys camped. There are no 
people called Marle, as Count Teleki had supposed, living 
north of Lake Stephanie, but there is a little tribe of people 
called the Watu, an offshoot of the Boran, living near the 
mouth of the Galana. They number about a thousand 
souls, and are chiefly agriculturalists. Their neighbors on 
the northwest are the Arbore, a very rich and warlike 
tribe, of whom I shall speak later. I found that the river 
had overflowed its banks, and that it was impossible to 
cross it owing to the deep mud on either side. We spent 
a week at the river, trying to cross at many points, but all 
to no avail. Just as we had succeeded in making some 
sort of a road in the mud by laying down logs, the river 
suddenly rose higher than I had ever seen it. 
Several of my camels and one of my mules died ; and it 
was obvious that they had been bitten by the “ gendi” fly 
when camped near the Amara. The mule became much 
swollen about the neck, eyes, belly, and soft parts, and 
finally his hoofs doubled under him from paralysis. 
There were many gazelles and water bucks near the lake, 
and also a few elephants; but I was too busy in trying to 
cross the river to do any hunting. On June 8 we struck 
camp with the intention of marching clear around Lake 
Stephanie, as we could not tell how long it would be 
before the river would subside. After marching for three 
days along elephants’ tracks, we came to the small group of 
rocky, barren hills that I have described as forming a 
