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below the main peak of Moyung, and in the dark we 

 commenced the descent. The track, steep and um- 

 brageous, might have been taken from the Himalayas. 

 I came down seated for quite a hundred feet. My 

 sure-footed donkey and men made no bones about the 

 descent. At the foot of the hill we were some time 

 trying, in the bright moonlight, to pick up the path. 

 Once found, we were in the village at once. Our new 

 guide to Wasa gave me a different name for every 

 feature passed to that I got when on this bit of the 

 road before. 



We saw no game at all on this march, except a 

 hartebeest near Gessingeira's, three waterbuck hinds 

 at the Sopo River, and one female bush-buck not many 

 miles from the Biri. It is evident, therefore, that one 

 says good-bye to shooting at the end of April, and may 

 not hope for it till December in this district — though, 

 of course, had one time, the broad tracks they leave 

 in the foot-high grass, telling the greatest tyro the 

 time and direction of their passage, would make fol- 

 lowing them easy. Of course Sultan Said Baldas 

 received me with open arms. Sultan Meriki came 

 over full of chat, but " forward " was the cry. A 

 gigantic bazinger carried me over the Boru, now a 

 swift stream with over three feet of water in it. 



We soon began to notice the preparatory throes of 

 Nature before she begat the Mongaiyat hills. We 

 passed numerous rocky eminences on either hand, 

 and frequently had to cross steep, rocky ridges. 



