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two Other men, and that this had caused the beasts to 

 bolt. More "evil eye"! The wounded animal had 

 gone into long grass, and had then moved on to a dense 

 patch of jungle, at one end of which I posted myself, 

 while my men threw stones into it from the other side, 

 but without avail, as the beast broke back and got away. 

 After following the track for some way, we had to give 

 up, and reached camp at 5.15. The first news with 

 which we were greeted was that a mule, which had been 

 fired two days before, was dying, and that the skull of my 

 wart-hog had been lost. I sent off two men to look for 

 the latter at once, although, fortunately, I had removed 

 all four tusks. 



Most of next day I spent in looking to camp-kit and 

 repairing my clothes. A native shikari brought me a 

 splendid kudu head, shot near the place where I had killed 

 the young one, the very day I had left. In the afternoon 

 two men returned from following the buffalo, which they 

 said were still going hard. Next morning we climbed 

 the cliff to the plateau, the mules being driven nearly 

 mad, and covered with blood, from the attack of a sort of 

 gadfly, like a faded wasp in colour, whose bite is like a 

 red-hot needle and draws a fine flow of blood that runs 

 for some time. When we reached the top, I strolled 

 along the edge and shot two out of three klipspringers, 

 which I saw running along a little below me. That night 

 I was glad enough to have my tent closed and to sleep 

 under three blankets, instead of tossing about under a 

 mosquito curtain, as I had been doing for nearly three 

 weeks. 



In two long marches we reached Gondar once more, 



