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 Font es villa. 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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