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killing two oribi with one bullet. I had taken a careful 

 bead on one animal, and the missile had passed through 

 it and struck another which was standing beyond. 



The next day proved to be one of the hardest of the 

 expedition, for from sunrise to sunset our total mileage 

 was ten and one-half. There were five bridges to trav- 

 erse — not regulcO" bridges as we think of them — but 

 logs thrown across rivers, upheld by forked limbs and 

 surfaced with bamboo. 



We made an inspection of these primitive crossings 

 as we came to them, finding it necessary to unload 

 everything from the trucks and run them over empty. 

 Luckily for us, as soon as the trucks stopped, a crowd 

 of natives would appear almost at once, and these were 

 put to work carrying the loads to the other side. The 

 Alulu people are good workers, often running with 

 their loads, seeming to enjoy it greatly. As I watched 

 the women carry heavy burdens on their heads, I could 

 not but wonder what they would think of the easy 

 life led by the average civilized housewife, who some- 

 times complains if she has to get her husband an 

 early breakfast I 



Two of these bridges were more than fifty feet high 

 and two hundred feet long, and, to lessen the chances 

 of an accident, we hauled the trucks over with a long 

 rope pulled by a hundred or more natives. Even then, 

 it required plenty of nerve to sit at the wheel and guide 

 the trucks, for the crude spans swayed like long snakes, 

 while bamboo crosspieces snapped underneath. 



After this arduous day, we were thankful to reach 

 the village of Nebbi and make camp for the night. 

 Here I sent for the Sultan, as I wanted to learn some- 

 thing about his people. He came at once and proved 



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