244 SERVICE AND SPORT IN THE SUDAN 



lie on the Boru side of the watershed ; but I am open 

 to correction. 



The long slope of J. Anbekwroso ended in a lot 

 of small sugar-loaf hills, rocky and wooded. They 

 were surrounded by a big bamboo forest, and rubber 

 vines [Landoiphia) grew everywhere. 



Near here Morgan brought me some red berries 

 growing like those on an elder tree. Soon, too, we 

 plucked some of the fruit of the rubber vine, like an 

 orange in colour, and filled with a pepper-tasting 

 pulp round three seeds. The modeikei was another 

 fruit not unlike the lichi of India. It grew, the size 

 of a grape and red in colour, on a bush. While 

 talking of edible plants, I must not forget to mention 

 the sorrel-tasting leaves of the tamarhindi tree or the 

 grey-green creeper that tastes like hawthorn leaves. 

 Both are favourite foods. The khors we passed con- 

 tained water some feet deep and running hard. In 

 one place my donkey sank to his withers, almost, in 

 a bog. The whole party was present, so with many 

 a " Hup 1 ya Nebi Allah — he-e-e-y hup," we got him 

 out. Tangled growths showed us the position of 

 Babais. In one of these was the rotting carcase of a 

 new-killed elephant. 



Near J. Moyung, which overhung our destination, 

 Zeinei, the village on Khor Menerogo, we passed some 

 lofty, all-rock hills covered with monkeys, whose 

 forms silhouetted against the evening sky reminded 

 one of Christmas cards. One expected them to catch 

 hold of one another's tails and wave one hand at us. 



It was nightfall as we reached a rocky platform just 



