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- to the huge delight of the onlookers, including a 

 good number of his own tribe, who seemed im- 

 mensely amused at the punishment inflicted. 



From Kangono we struck south-eastward, and 

 on the way we had to cross several more rivers, 

 which gave us a great deal of trouble and delayed us 

 for hours. 



On this march the pony called "The Mule" died. 

 He had been suffering for several days from some 

 internal disease, and although he was being led 

 carefully along by the syce, the rivers and ravines which 

 he had to get over proved too much for him, and he 

 suddenly collapsed. 



Notwithstanding the fact that we had been on the 

 move practically all day, yet when evening found 

 us pitching our tents at a place called Uriyeree, we 

 could not have been more than half a dozen miles, 

 as the crow flies, from our last camp. 



At Uriyeree the guide came to my tent and 

 with much gesticulation informed me that the long- 

 promised bridge over the Tana was now quite close, 

 and that we should reach it at the end of the next 

 day's march. By this time I had very little faith 

 in Mukera's reliability, but I had of course to be 

 guided, more or less, by what he said, as I was 

 absolutely in the dark regarding the geography of the 

 country, maps of which did not exist. 



From Uriyeree we pushed on next morning 



