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buck. I took a pot-shot to cheer myself up. The 

 buck bounded in the air and made off. My keen- 

 eyed orderly told me he was sick, or in other 

 words, that I had maimed him, so I went a bit 

 closer and fired seven more shots. It was not till 

 the eighth that the beast eventually came down 

 for good. 



On closer inspection I found I had hit him 

 every time. This goes to show how difficult it is 

 to bring your quarry down, unless you hit a vital 

 spot. 



At last, when I was within a comparatively 

 short distance of Tonio, I found myself separated 

 by quite a broad arm of the lake. I induced the 

 local chief to carry me across in his canoe, and he 

 was greatly pleased by a present of some meat of 

 the buck which I had shot, and speedily lent me 

 some extra porters to help my "safari" scale the 

 formidable escarpment overlooking the lake. 



I found my boys had landed and laid out 

 luncheon for me in the " banda." After I had done 

 justice to it, I was so stiff and felt so exhausted 

 that I had to lie down for two hours. When I 

 awoke I had fever on me. 



Nothing daunted, I set out to do the twenty- 

 eight miles which separated me from Hoima. It 

 took another two hours to get the "safari" up to 

 the top of the steep escarpment. It was now 

 getting late, and seduced by the air and the wind 

 from the top, I determined to go no further that 

 day, and pitched my tent on the grassy slopes 



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