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koodoo, including a bull, which we followed for rather 

 less than a mile, when we heard a koodoo call some 

 200 yards ahead. Two or three minutes later, to our 

 disgust, we met a villager who had disturbed the herd, 

 but we followed their track, and rather less than a 

 mile further on H. caught a glimpse of them a long 

 distance ahead, and decided that the bull was not 

 worth shooting. On the way back to camp a bush- 

 buck jumped up, and stood 30 yards ofE under a 

 thick bush. H. said that it was a buck, and signalled 

 me to shoot at once. There was no time to spare, and 

 I fired and knocked it over. It got up again, but the 

 second barrel finished it, and I was most annoyed to 

 find that I had shot a totally immature buck of 

 7 inches, being my fourth and last bushbuck. In the 

 evening I went down-stream as far as the big nullah, 

 but saw no game at all. 



June 8th. Got off at 6 a.m. and marched 

 12 miles past two villages, halting close to the bank 

 of the Blue Nile, opposite a large hill called Gebel 

 Maba. In the evening I prospected round the camp. 

 Koodoo-tracks were more numerous than I had yet 

 seen them, and we saw two lots of does one of seven 

 and one of four. Toward nightfall it began to 

 thunder, and presently there was a deluge of rain, 

 lasting for fully two hours, and wetting our tents 

 through and through. 



