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crammed with sheep and cattle, numbers of which 

 died during the night, and altogether it was a 

 very miserable sixteen hours. But the Aden 

 hotel at the other end seemed most luxurious, and 

 we revelled in whiskies and sodas with ice. 



A kind Parsee merchant undertook to get 

 our live lions home for us for Es. 400 (about a 

 " pony "), but the skipper of a tramp steamer was 

 very pleased to do it for Es. 30, and I may 

 here mention did it very well, too, landing them 

 strong and well in the London docks. 



Eventually we returned home on the P. & 0. 

 Oriental. 



It might be interesting to append here a few 

 notes on the trip I find in my diary. 



As to rifles, one's weapons soon get out of 

 date; but I can imagine none more useful than 

 my -500 Express, with explosive bullets for buck, 

 etc., though, as once in a hundred times the light 

 bullet may "sell you a pup," I preferred to take 

 no risks, and used my 12-bore with soft lead 

 spherical bullets for dangerous game. This, driven 

 by 5| drams of powder, was perfect, 'always getting 

 the bullet well home and, in a body shot, leaving 

 it there, and not wasting its energy and shock by 

 whistling away over the country beyond. I have 

 no wish to enter into the well-worn controversy as 

 to the merits of sporting rifles, but simply to state 

 my limited experiences, which go to prove, to me, 



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