HUNTING AND HUNTED IN BELGIAN CONGO 



I cannot speak too highly of the kindness shown me by 

 both Messrs. Sullivan and Hannington during my Koba 

 visits. 



The Good Intent, a small whale boat with sail, carried 

 me and my boys from Koba to Butiaba. During the 

 voyage across the lake we captured a large fish that lay 

 idly floating on the surface. When we came up to it 

 we found that it had fallen a victim to one of the fish 

 eagles that pick the eyes out, for not only were these 

 missing, but several gashes had been inflicted behind the 

 gills. 



Making for the nearest stretch of sand, the crew 

 jumped ashore and set to work cooking some of the fish. 

 It was excellent eating, and I thoroughly enjoyed my 

 share. The journey was continued about nine p.m. I 

 managed to have a very comfortable bed rigged up astern 

 with the mosquito net and everything complete. On 

 waking up the next morning I found that we were still 

 drifting along with a slight breeze that flapped the sail 

 idly. It was just before sunrise, and a faint mist hung 

 over the lake. I could, however, make out the shores 

 on either side of us. The men were all looking astern, 

 and two of them had even climbed on to the awning. 

 They told me that the Kenia had passed us some little 

 time since on the port side, on her return journey to 

 Nimule. Just then the light grew stronger and the mist 

 lifted rapidly. The boys, with a shout of excitement, 

 pointed away over our stern, and I could just make out 

 the low hull of the steam launch with her little funnel 

 peeping over its awning, and the mast. It must have been 

 some miles astern of us, but we watched the little vessel 

 with her smoke belching forth from the funnel until 

 she was lost in the distance many miles away. 



Butiaba was reached two hours later, and after 

 breakfasting with Mr. Reynolds, we again resumed our 

 journey. An hour or so later, from the escarpment that 



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