2i8 SERVICE AND SPORT IN THE SUDAN 



As the previous instance put two miles on to a very 

 long march, it drove home the lesson. 



The Sopo, where we crossed it, ran in a broad, 

 sandy bed, with huge pools at every hundred yards, in 

 the middle of the " buta." Again we found ourselves 

 in a " Sportsman's Paradise," waterbuck, hartebeest, 

 and cob galore. I stalked a herd of the latter, but it 

 got away before I could fire without browning the lot. 

 This waste of time disgusted me — I wanted meat for 

 ourselves — so I walked boldly up to the next I saw. 

 On the way I put up a fine cob on my right and a 

 hartebeest on my left. My right barrel (black powder 

 .500) bowled the first over like a rabbit, and my left 

 repeated the performance with the second. I tried to 

 look as if I always did that sort of thing. Had I com- 

 plied with the requests of my companions, I would 

 have raised a hecatomb of game. 



We now passed a number of ditch-like khors, then 

 circumvented some long pools, and found ourselves 

 on an island of doleib palms. On the north side of 

 this was one of the secondary beds of the Boru, and 

 then another, deeper and evidently the principal one. 



The left bank of the Boru offered a splendid site for 

 the headquarters of the district. I understand that, to 

 avoid annoying Sultan Nasr Andal, Ragaa, on a rocky 

 unnavigable stream, was later selected. J. Telgona, too, 

 was the northernmost limit of the tsetse fly at the time. 



Arrived at Dem Obo, under J. Telgona, I rather 

 expected a letter from Wahbi Eff. I had arranged 

 that he and Tibsherani Eff. should be timed to arrive 

 at Kossinga and Ragaa respectively, when I got to 



