Bound for Khartoum Once More 



in a river, they would probably be facing different 

 ways. 



However, it didn't matter so very much, as the 

 carcase was speedily cut up and carried off by 

 the various villagers in the neighbourhood. Next 

 morning, when we were all packed up, the start 

 was delayed by one of my dear dogs being 

 missing. We found him more than half stupefied 

 by a surfeit of dead hippo ! 



I started on my journey with two dogs — one 

 the nicest bull-terrier (" Raffles") I've ever had, 

 and the other a Borzoi ("Dick"). It was the 

 latter who had so distinguished himself, although 

 he was fed twice a day regularly — as they both 

 were, to prevent jealousy — and often left a large 

 part of his food in order to go and steal any raw 

 bits of meat that might be lying about camp. 

 They are awful thieves, I'm afraid, and nothing 

 can break them of it. They both survived the 

 trek, but alas ! Dick is no more ; the other is fit 

 and happy and flourishing, not minding the climate 

 of Khartoum a bit. Dear old Raffles ! 



Once aboard the launch and . . . any voyage 

 is very much like another. We steamed by 

 day, and tied up in the evening to give the 

 men a chance of cookino- their food ashore and 

 to allow the engineer his night's sleep. I used 

 to sally forth of an evening to try and provide 

 food for the men and exercise and sport for 

 myself, and to vary the monotony of a river 



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