Bound for Khartoum Once More 



With all this grass about, game was practically 

 invisible, and it was only at long intervals that 

 one might quite by chance come across a small 

 herd congregated in a clearing. A hartebeest 

 now and again, a stray Uganda cob or two, was 

 practically all the amusement to be obtained 

 during this the first part of the march. 



I was trying a new route much to the east of 

 my last trek. Little attempt at civilization broke 

 the everlasting monotony of swamp, water, and 

 elephant grass. No house invited the stranger 

 to enter and rest awhile. Groups of mimosas 

 formed the only relief to the swampy land covered 

 with this tall grass, in which thousands of black 

 and white mosquitoes held their concerts. The 

 water stood everywhere knee-deep upon the level 

 plain thickly grown with grasses. A path some 

 eighteen inches wide led through this chaos of 

 water and mud. Where elephants had used it, 

 their visits were plainly indicated by holes into 

 which we sometimes fell. I saw at one place 

 a small herd of buffalo at a distance from the 

 road enjoying themselves in the mud. As our 

 caravan approached them the buffaloes rushed 

 madly away, kicking up the water behind them. 



Very noticeable were the swarms of butterflies 

 of all sorts and sizes which flew round us in the 

 midst of the swamps, sometimes even alighting 

 on our clothes. 



Throughout this marsh-land small patches of 



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