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CHAPTER XIL 



ACROSS LAKE CHAD. 

 (JANUARY 25 -FEBRUARY 7.) 



Our Kotoko Canoe. 



Our canoes awaited us at Jimtilo, a Shua Arab town 

 on the mouth of the Shari, and it was thither that we 

 now bent our steps. 



The ride was a dull one, through a country of small 

 depressions, a continuation of the Bahr-el-Ghazal, but 

 the district is full of game, and we heard lions roaring 

 all through the evening. Every now and then we 

 passed large mounds of ash where the natives had 

 burnt the salt plant, which grows in the vicinity. In 

 one place there were so many of these heaps that from 

 a little distance we took them for the ruins of some 

 village. 



The Chief of Jimtilo is a young fellow, who was 

 elected to that dignity as a child, in honour of the 

 memory of his father and brothers, who had fought 



