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as well as I could and fired. My shot was responded to by a 
piteous howling, and on hurrying to the spot I found a large 
wolf making paintul efforts to drag itself away. I stopped 
the tough brute with a second dose of heavy shot, and taking 
it on my back walked at least a hundred yards towards my 
companion, who was hiding in another place. The apparently 
dead beast was, however, heavy, and the heat, even at night, 
considerable ; so I threw down my booty and waited for the 
Nubian sportsman to come up: but hardly had the wolf lain 
a few moments on the ground when it began to move again, 
and kicked about until it got on to its feet, and I had to finish 
it off with another shot. 
With this capital bag of a wolf and a jackal we now 
returned to the steamer and had supper. The Grand Duke 
and Hschenbacher, who had been hiding in one of the domed 
tombs on the other side of the cemetery, unfortunately came 
back empty-handed. 
On the 8th of March we all started at seven in the morning, 
most of us mounted on donkeys ; for only Hoyos and Pausinger 
cared to ride perched up on camels. 
Riding round Assuan, we reached the desert by a short 
cut through the city of tombs. Valleys, hills, sands, rocks, 
and ravines followed each other in pleasant succession, and a 
deep gorge brought us out into the narrow valley of the Nile, 
here pent in by rugged mountains, varied in colour and 
ornamented with black granite. A magnificent view now 
burst upon us: the dark stern rocks, the river tearing through 
the narrows, the green island of Phile with the ruins of its 
lofty temple, and southward the broadening valley with its belts 
of rich vegetation along the waterside, all unrolled themselves 
in a moment before our eyes. We were in Nubia. 
There lay the lovely island of Philee, surrounded by 
dark rocks that rose straight up from the water. A large 
boat took us over to it, and in a few minutes we had reached 
