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ness of his death, as the buffalo has the name of 

 shamming, so when ten yards off I fired a soft-nosed 

 bullet at his chest. There was no movement, but on 

 examination I found that the last bullet had only 

 made a small mark on the outside of the skin. My 

 first one had penetrated the heart, the second the 

 spine. The horns were very old, the tips completely 

 broken off. The villagers called him the " grandfather 

 of buffaloes." I was pleased. So were the villagers, 

 who besides getting the meat had cut the hide into 

 sandals before it was cold. 



I halted that night at a stream, that might have been 

 taken out of an English county. It was about 12 feet 

 broad, 5-feet banks, between which flowed a foot of 

 water, and was fringed by green trees. Beyond it was 

 a ridge which Tibsherani Effendi told me reminded 

 him of his beloved Lebanon. It certainly looked 

 grand, extending from east to west, and rather bare of 

 trees. We were now well into the hills which form 

 the Nile-Congo watershed. One morning we went 

 through a lovely little pass. Two high, tree-covered, 

 conical hills, with a small khor between them, formed 

 a portal through which our path ran. The streams 

 we passed now held a good deal of water. At one 

 there was a small waterfall. 



Not far from here lay Gila, the village of ex-Sultan 

 Ibrahim Dardug. It lay under the big hill of Giyawa. 



Dardug was an ex-emir of the Khalifa. As a boy 

 he was carried off a slave to Kordofan, and subse- 

 quent to the reconquest in 1898 resided at Nahud. 

 Hearing that we were going to reoccupy the Bahr 



