CHAPTER XIII. 



ELEPHANT AND BUFFALO. 



I TRIED to push on to Kabula the next evening, but 

 after marching for three hours darkness set in, and I 

 was forced to camp in the open under the shelter of 

 some massive rocks. I discovered here my ammuni- 

 tion was running short, so I had to send my head- 

 boy back to Mbarara for some more. The next 

 day I reached Kabula, a quaint place amongst the 

 hills, forming the only stretch of flat. His Excellency 

 the Governor had left the day before. The chief 

 was very obliging, but wanted a lot of my things. 

 I gave him whisky, medicine, buffalo meat, lime 

 juice, and last, but not least, my card. I also 

 showed him my glasses, which he looked through at 

 both ends, and was thoroughly pleased. Finally, 

 I took out my elephant gun and hewed bits out of 

 trees about two hundred yards away across a gully. 

 This put the finishing touch on his happiness, and he 

 immediately asked my price for the rifle. I had to 

 disappoint him; but I promised to send for my .375, 

 a really good Holland and Holland, and let him 

 have it at cost price, in the event of my getting 

 permission to sell it to him. He now used all his 

 efforts at helping me, sending out a hunter to search 



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