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he trapped a leopard and a serval at the same carcass, the 

 leopard killing the serval. Dr. Mearns and Loring were 

 both seriously sick; so was the district commissioner, 

 kind Mr. Haddon. One day a German missionary dined 

 with us; the next he was dead, of black water fever. An 

 English sportsman whom we had met at Nimule had been 

 brought in so sick that he was at death's door; Dr. 

 Mearns took care of him, badly off though he himself was. 



Bari at Mongalla 

 From a photograph by Edmund Heller 



We had brought with us a case of champagne for just 

 such emergencies; this was the first time that we made use 

 of it. 



On the last day of February we started down the Nile, 

 slipping easily along on the rapid current, which wound 

 and twisted through stretches of reeds and marsh grass 

 and papyrus. We halted at the attractive station of Lado 

 for a good-by breakfast with our kind Belgian friends, 

 and that evening we dined at Mongalla with Colonel 

 Owen, the chief of the southernmost section of the Soudan. 

 I was greatly interested in the Egyptian and Soudanese 

 soldiers and their service medals. Many of these medals 



