CHAPTER XIII 



I sit in judgment — Mahomed Meriki — Wasa — A herd of buffalo — "The 

 grandfather of buffaloes " — Gila — Ibrahim Dardug — Our reception — 

 Kafiakingi — Ibrahim Murad — The Bahr el Arab — A list of the game 

 we saw on the march — The mines at Hofrat el Nahas — An unpleasant 

 duty — I take charge of a prisoner — My party — Important rivers — 

 One of our prisoners "dies." 



At Munangba, not far from J. Ringi, I had arranged 

 to meet Sultan Said Baldas, and also the eldest son 

 of Sultan Ibrahim Dardug. I had to adjudicate on 

 a case such as often cropped up. One of Said's 

 wives bolted with a man who was traced to this 

 place. There was a child whose paternity was doubt- 

 ful. As, however, the " Co." was unable to refund 

 the dowry to the Sultan, I reluctantly had to order 

 the runaway to return to her lawful spouse. She 

 screamed and kicked, but followed her child whom 

 one of the Sultan's riflemen had taken up. I passed 

 the party later on. Approaching it, I heard laughter, 

 mostly feminine, ringing through the forest. The 

 dusky Helen was charming another Paris. I fancy 

 it was not long before she was missing again — with 

 her a sturdy bazinger. 



I can now see myself trying these cases. Seated 

 on the ground under the shadow cast by a small 



canopy of grass, the Sultan shares a bit of my furwa 



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