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gave in. The conqueror butted him twice, and as 

 he lay as if dead, surveyed him. I fired and brought 

 the conqueror down. He carried a lovely head. 

 One of my companions, however, could not contain 

 himself, but dashed forward to "hallal" the beast (the 

 Mahomedans, like Jews, eat Kosher meat). When he 

 was within a yard of the first-hit animal, it bounded 

 up, and I saw man and beast disappear over the plain, 

 putting every sort of game to flight. I shot one or 

 two other things on the way to a pool where there 

 were a lot of hippopotami. Arrived at the pool, I 

 took up a position and fired at the first male head 

 — rather ginger-coloured — that appeared above water. 

 It lurched forward and disappeared. Another un- 

 suspicious animal shared the same fate, and a third 

 was wounded and had to be despatched. This sort 

 of slaughter was no sport. It was like knocking a 

 swimmer on the head with an axe as he tries to 

 climb into one's boat. Famine or no famine, I 

 purpose never to shoot hippo in this way again. 



At Kossinga an addition had been made to my 

 party. This was Andal Abdulahi, a half-brother of 

 the Sultan's, the chief of the bazingers, and future 

 murderer, at the Sultan's command, of the latter's 

 whole brother Obo. 



Andal Abdulahi was the son of Nasr's father by 

 an Arab mother. He shared the vices of both 

 without their virtues. He was about thirty years 

 of age (in 1905), and had been a lot with French 

 officers. According to him France was the greatest 

 of nations, ruled by an emperor who conquered the 



