Lake Victoria to Khartoum 



men of the species of bushbuck, with the massive 

 horns I mention elsewhere, although not such 

 a big one as that obtained by Mr. Murray some 

 twenty miles south of this. 



The road was very pretty : no high trees, and 

 no more of the objectionably long grasses. The 

 path wound in and out between sweet-smelling, 

 golden, flowering mimosas, and was carpeted by 

 nice soft velvety turf, picked out with quantities 

 of pink and white trumpet-shaped lilies. We ad- 

 vanced very warily, well ahead of the caravan, 

 peering round every corner to avoid startling the 

 game, which was plentiful. 



Suddenly our guide stopped dead, and 

 pointed out the stately form of a veritable 

 patriarch among waterbucks, with the finest 

 horns I had ever beheld — beautiful, symmetri- 

 cal, and wide-spreading. He was unconscious 

 of our presence, but evidently had heard or 

 suspected some kind of danger, as he stood 

 alert with ears pricked, but fortunately look- 

 ing in the wrong direction. I took hurried 

 aim at some fifty yards, and he fell to a shot in 

 the neck. This was good work, as his horns 

 taped 32|- inches. It was, however, useless to 

 take his mask, as to have preserved it in the 

 rains would have been quite impossible, because 

 drying was out of the question, and the maggots 

 and bugs might have got into some other more 

 valuable skins I was using every endeavour to 



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