156 SERVICE AND SPORT IN THE SUDAN 



of his primitive loom was the skull and horns of a 

 hartebeest, weighed down by a stone ! 



In my hurry I was unable to stop to shoot, although 

 we passed any quantity of game. I did follow a 

 magnificent roan, but got no shot. 



I left Kossinga next day, Nasr Andal leading my 

 donkey as a mark of respect at the start. 



Nasr Andal is a Negolgolei negro from Darfur. His 

 sultanate covers 4800 (120 by 40) square miles, and 

 contains a congeries of tribes amounting to about 1800 

 souls all told. This includes a section of the Mandalla 

 tribe, who accept him merely as an overlord. He 

 poses as a buffer between them and the extortions (sic) 

 of the Government. He is a portly gentleman of about 

 forty-five (in 1906), very black of skin, dressed in 

 the best of style — fine linen and silks ; a good Maho- 

 medan in his conversation, he has dispensations for 

 all he wants to do {e.g. drink) or leave undone (e.g. 

 his prayers). He speaks with a lisp, has an earnest 

 manner, is very civilised, and sees as far through a 

 brick wall as most people. For example, poor Wahbi 

 Effendi got the Sultans to sign a round-robin to Slatin, 

 who was expected to pay a visit to the place, saying 

 that they would not know what to do without this 

 just, &c. &c., Mamur. As Slatin did not come, Nasr 

 handed it to me. Had I not been told about it by 

 Tibsherani Effendi, who made seals for those who 

 had not had them (and who, by the way, does not 

 stick at trifles to make a good story or a story good), 

 Nasr's manner would have told the tale. His walk is 

 stately even when he has swallowed half a bottle of 



