CH. XIV] SURURU'S VILLAGE 421 



no mosquitoes. During our stay in the Lado it \vas 

 generally necessary to wear head-nets and gloves in the 

 evenings and to go to bed at once after dinner, and then 

 to lie under the mosquito bar with practically nothing 

 on through the long hot night, sleeping or contentedly 

 listening to the humming of the baffled myriads outside 

 tlie net. At the Sururu camp, however, we could sit 

 at a table in front of the tents, after supper — or dinner, 

 whichever one chose to call it — and read by lamplight, 

 in the still, cool, pleasant air ; or walk up and down the 

 hard, smooth elephant path which led by the tents, 

 looking at the large red moon just risen, as it hung low 

 over the horizon, or later when, white and clear, it rode 

 high in the heavens and flooded the land with its 

 radiance. 



There was a swamp close by, and we went through 

 this the first afternoon in search of buffalo. We found 

 plenty of sign ; but the close-growing reeds were ten 

 feet high, and even along the winding buffalo trails by 

 which alone they could be penetrated it was impossible 

 to see a dozen paces ahead. Inside the reeds it was 

 nearly impossible to get to the buffalo, or at least to be 

 sure to kill only a bull, which was all I wanted ; and at 

 this time, when the moon was just past the full, these 

 particular buffalo only came out into the open to feed 

 at night, or very early in the morning and late in the 

 evening. But Sururu said that there were other buffalo 

 which lived away from the reeds, among the thorn-trees 

 on the grassy fiats and low hills ; and he volunteered to 

 bring me information about them on tlie morrow. Sure 

 enough, shortly before eleven next morning, he turned 

 up with the news that he had found a solitary bull only 

 about five miles away. Grogan and I at once started 

 back with him, accompanied by our gun-bearers. Tlie 



