SFORT IN ABYSSINIA. 



they were rowing, a wild Arab song which sounded 

 very prettily. It was a lovely moon-lit night, and 

 every dip of their oars in the water threw up waves of 

 phosphorescent light ; which phenomenon everybody 

 who has been in these latitudes must have seen and 

 admired. 



The engineer put my gun right in about half an 

 hour ; he had to unscrew the block at the breech of 

 the gun. The Arabs rowed us home ; they had to 

 carry us on their backs for a portion of the distance, 

 as our boat could not get near enough to the shore. 

 The native who was carrying H. managed to drop 

 him, and he got a ducking ; I very nearly tumbled off 

 my Arab sailor, on whom I was riding pick-a-back, 

 from laughter, and I was very glad to get to bed after 

 a rather long day. 



jfan. I, 1875. — This day we all four paid a visit 

 to Arrekel Bey, who said he had seven mules to 

 carry our things, and camels for A. and Lord R., who 

 were not going to the hills, but to the province of 

 Bogos, which formerly belonged to the Abyssinians, 

 and was taken from them by the Egyptians. 



A., who had been in this part of the world be- 

 fore, expected to find plenty of big game, as it was 

 a new country, and no English sportsman had shot 

 over it previously. I tried to buy a horse in Mas- 

 sowah ; Arrekel Bey's groom put him through his 



