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The longest march on this road is to Kenyi's 

 from the north. The road rises and falls through 

 rocky grass country very much cut up by rocky 

 ravines with pools of water in them. The track 

 here keeps on an average about two miles distant 

 from the Nile, and we camped some four miles 

 from Bageri Hill, which was to the east and 

 between us and our old road. 



Thence onwards the road is still good, but 

 goes up and down over a rugged country, in which 

 stony ground alternates with cultivation. There 

 does not seem to be very much to shoot in this 

 district till one reaches the neighbourhood of the 

 Karpetta river. Taking a stroll along the pre- 

 cipitous sandy banks of this stream, I came 

 suddenly on a beautiful leopard, sitting up like 

 a cat on his haunches, blinking at the sun. Just 

 at that moment, however, a flock of guinea-fowl 

 took it into their heads to fly away with a tre- 

 mendous clatter. This signal naturally attracted 

 the leopard's attention, and he was off before I 

 could get a shot at him. 



The hills and mountains now began to make 

 themselves very much more en Evidence, if not 

 actually felt, as the road became steeper and more 

 hilly. Polki Hill lay to our left, and the dome-like 

 crest of Akiko Mountain loomed in front, where 

 the Nile rages and roars in the chasm between it 

 and the great Congo escarpment. As on the 

 previous march, the path wound about dreadfully, 



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