Lake Victoria to Khartoum 



some spoons, and a handful of acid drops. He 

 cast longing eyes on the meat, however, and he 

 nearly dropped his civilized treasures in his 

 eagerness to " collar " a leg of venison. 



We steamed all night, after this our last shoot, 

 to Nimule ; down the same old river, past the 

 same old papyrus banks, steering in and out of 

 the floating sudd islands, and reached our des- 

 tination at 5 p.m. or so. It was dreadfully hot 

 in the sun, and the glare off the water was very 

 trying, so we were right glad to pour down a 

 cooling drink on arrival. Mr. Spire, the Sub- 

 Commissioner of the Nile Province, met us, 

 accompanied by Mr. Eden and Captain Flint, 

 with his police guard ; whilst our escort of the 

 K.A.R., which would look after us from here to 

 Gondokoro, was also drawn up in charge of Lieut. 

 Reid, a first-rate sportsman and very keen man. 

 We were royally entertained at dinner that 

 evening. Every official in the district who 

 could be spared from out-stations was present, 

 and I heard afterwards it was the largest number 

 of people who had ever dined at one time in 

 Mr. Eden's hospitable abode. 



Our stay here was not destined to be of long 

 duration, however, as next morning saw the kit 

 off with fresh porters and a new relay of pro- 

 visions on our hundred and seven mile march to 

 Gondokoro, the last trek we should have together. 

 The country was rocky, with outcrops of quartz 



