CHAPTER XVII 



I shoot a hartebeeste — And resolve to " mak siccar " in future — A farewell 

 letter from Tibsherani Eff. — Sullan Nasr Andal's slaves are not 

 slaves — His courtly manners — Dinner with Wahbi EflF. — Another 

 sportsman's paradise — Sport and slaughter among the hippos — Daala 

 — Our first Mandalla village — We are the first white men to enter it 

 — Umbegago and a change in scenery — Wet weather villages — An 

 amusing incident — " Is it lawful to give tribute to Cresar, or not?" — 

 Rivers great and small. 



The distance between Beit Itman and J. Telgona was 

 much further than the compiled map, which I so often 

 abuse, had led me to suppose, so that, although we 

 started early, it was past midday before we reached 

 the Boru River. The country we passed was covered 

 with big trees, and in places park-like. No showers 

 had yet fallen so far north. 



About half-way from Beit Aii we crossed the back 

 of a long low hill with its highest peak on our right, 

 J. Tul (from Tawil = long). The country about was, 

 as one might expect, rocky, and covered with bamboo. 

 I put up a couple of rhinoceros. This animal likes 

 the vicinity of low hills. From the top of the hill I 

 saw the five peaks of J. Telgona far away, so telling 

 the remainder to come on slowly, I took with me 

 All's son and son-in-law, my guides, and two of the 

 Jehadia, who insisted on coming with me. It was 

 well they did, as the guide's Arabic was almost a 



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