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travel. To the left a small herd of buffalo were 

 standing swinging tails and heads ; from the edge 

 of the forest came a herd of waterbuck on their way 

 to water. Jackson hartebeest were in scores on my 

 right, and a few single roan stood boldly out. Num- 

 bers of cob were scattered everywhere in herds and 

 singly. My men pointed out rhinoceros and lion, but 

 I could not distinguish either. 



Before dark I shot a cob for the pot and camped. 

 We heard lions in the distance during the night, 

 but our three great fires were not wanted. I think 

 I was the only person in the district nervous of 

 lion. A man, quite close to Dem Zubeir, de- 

 spatched a fine one single-handed with his spear. A 

 native officer, unconsciously I must admit, pursued 

 one from thicket to thicket in mistake for a Jackson 

 hartebeest. 



On going on, the tracks of rhinoceros and giraffe 

 were everywhere. Again and again we passed the scar 

 the former makes on his path. 



The watershed between the Chell and Sopo appears 

 to be very flat, the trees on it of moderate size, with 

 here and there small tangled clumps of bushes. 

 Several places are undoubtedly swamps in wet 

 weather. Above one of these we came upon a long 

 series of parallel comb-like ridges of rock, with some 

 white quartz about. A prospector would have been 

 in his element. 



As we marched I was always on the look-out for 

 the Chakchak-Kossinga track. Tracks of elephant 

 and other game would have deceived me, but to 



