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sand-banks that abounded, that no craft but a 

 canoe, which drew but an inch or so of water, 

 would have been possible to navigate. As it 

 was, we continually got stuck on some little 

 spit of sand. That voyage was memorable 

 though, for I shot two crocodiles, which sank, 

 and for an episode which I will now relate. We 

 had been rather late in making a start on our 

 down-river journey, for we had to see the over- 

 land boys well on their way before we started 

 off ourselves. It was not surprising, therefore, 

 that darkness approached before we had com- 

 pleted half our voyage. It was not easy to find 

 a decent camping-place there was practically 

 no wood or timber of any sort, except one large 

 tree, which was green and therefore would not 

 burn. We had no tents with us, having sent 

 them overland. The banks too were very steep. 

 If we were to get settled down before it was quite 

 dark, we should have to hurry over selecting a 

 place. I said to Weddell, " Why not here as 

 well as anywhere else ? 5: There was a small 

 bush or tree not more than eight feet high that 

 I observed, and that might furnish sufficient 

 fuel to boil the kettle. We therefore moored the 

 canoe fore and aft alongside the bank and 

 clambered up the steep side. The grass here 

 was quite four feet high, it had not been burnt 

 off by the natives, so, in order to clear a space 

 quickly, I rolled up a torch of grass, lit this, and 



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