CHARTER: XXITI. 
LAKE RUDOLF IN SIGHT AT LASr—I INDULGE IN A LITTLE SENTIMENTAL 
WRITING OCCASIONALLY -— NEaR Rusta—A RIGHT AND LEFr SHOT — 
SENEGAL ANTELOPES — LAGOIsI, THE Masat — THE RUSIA ARE AFRAID 
oF Us—A Morninc’s Sporr— NATIVES IN THEIR WAR-—PAINT — ON 
LakE RUDOLF — REJOICINGS 
THE PEOPLE OF RustA— AN AMUSING 
CEREMONY —I srarr ON A JOURNEY TO THE NortTH — ELGuME VIL- 
LAGES — AMONG THE MurRLE— MuRLE WoMEN BADLY DISFIGURED — 
I Ger AN ATTACK OF FEVER, AND AM CARRIED BACK TO RUSIA. 
N July 10 we left the river, as the country became 
more open, and marched directly toward the north- 
emend of Lake Kudolf. At the end of the first three 
hours we saw a long white strip of water gleaming far off 
in the distance. This was a sight that appealed to the 
heart of every man in the caravan. It was Lake Rudolf. 
With one accord the boys rushed up, and, crowding around 
me, burst into a loud “ Hip-hip, hurrah!” led by Dodson. 
As I looked upon the bright sheet of water, it seemed to 
a roll such as 
me like a roll of parchment awaiting me, 
I have received on the completion of a course of study. 
This journey had been the roughest allotment of work 
Thad yet given myself. But who is there that does not 
look back with the greatest delight on months of work, 
finally crowned with success! The pleasures stand out 
prominently; the worries and labors and fatigues are re- 
duced to mere incidents, that interest rather than pain 
the mind. Yes, Rudolf was in sight, and I felt that I had 
attained in a measure the greatest ambition of my life, — 
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