The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
I attempted to take it with me back to 
England. 
I had now been in this Dingi-Dingi country 
for three weeks. I had failed in my main object. 
namely, to shoot a lion, but I had obtained all 
the buffalo heads I required. 
I had great difficulty in curing the hog’s skin ; 
the warts, of which there are four, two on each 
side of the face, take quite a lot of negotiating. 
I had to gouge out the interior of these excres- 
cences with a penknife before I could get the 
preservative into them, and then it was quite 
on the cards the skin would go wrong. I took 
a lot of trouble in the drying operation, how- 
ever, and managed to bring the trophy home 
without damage. 
Weddell had made an engagement to accom- 
pany another man on a short expedition in about 
three days’ time, so I had reluctantly to decide 
whether I would remain on by myself or whether 
I would go back with him to Fontesvilla. I 
eventually decided on the latter course. We 
therefore struck camp. I had hired a dug-out 
canoe from a local chief to take Weddell, myself, 
and Tom, my cook, back by river, sending my ~ 
boys with the tents, heads, and gear by land, 
the way we had travelled when coming to the 
place. The canoe was manned by a man and a 
boy of about fifteen years of age. The river in 
places was so shallow, owing to the numerous 
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