With Flashlight and Rifle -* 



to kill buffaloes. So far their efforts had been in vain. 

 As soon as they saw the buffaloes appear they sought 

 safety by climbing up trees. Still, they managed to kill 

 between them three rhinoceroses, and then disappeared, 

 taking the horns with them. 



These statements turned out to be untrue, as I was 

 to learn from the district commissioner at Rusotto, Herr 

 Meyer, who made every endeavour to preserve the wild 

 game. Information came presently from the Mseguha that 

 a large herd of buffalo was just then to be found in the 

 almost inaccessible marshes of the Pangani River. I im- 

 mediately decided to move my camp to this neighbourhood, 

 in order to kill a buffalo at last, cost what it might. 



On September 2nd I started off in the early morning 

 with a large number of my people, to camp again after 

 a six-hours' march in the direction of the Lafitti Mountains. 



During the march I managed to obtain two beautiful 

 eagle-owls (Bubo lacteus}. Large herds of waterbuck, 

 comprising some 150 or 200 head, flitted in and out 

 through the beautiful river-forests, but I could not stop 

 to shoot any. 



My camp was connected with a very large island in the 

 river by an indescribable break-neck bridge that could only 

 be crossed with bare feet. This island merged in the wide 

 and impenetrable marsh beyond. The next day was passed 

 in reconnoitring the island. Waterbuck in thousands sped 

 hither and thither over the surrounding " gambo " as well 

 as the island. I had wisely resolved not to fire a shot, 

 so as not to disturb more than was necessary the extra- 

 ordinarily shy buffaloes. So I had to give up all idea of 



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