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afterwards, noticing a rustle in the grass alongside, which I pointed out to 

 Spotty, the Fuzzey dismounted and picked up a few yards of telegraph 

 wire which my camel had got foul of, and I realised that we were in the 

 neighbourhood of M'Neill's zereba, in the defence of which this wire had 

 played a part many a year ago. An hour later saw us bivouacked in Kor 

 Gwab. We were up with the dawn, and at daylight viewed four arial 

 about three-quarters of a mile distant. The procedure in hunting them is 

 nearly always the same ; both camels sat down, and Spotty rapidly removed 

 the saddle from his own ; then, leaving the Fuzzey on guard, we proceeded 

 on foot, using the camel as a stalking horse, and circled round to leeward 

 of the game. Little bits of things they looked to make such a fuss about, 

 only a size larger, in fact, than the ordinary gazelle — much lighter in 

 colour, however, with white on their legs, and evidently much bigger in 

 bone at the hocks. It was a very easy stalk, and I had no difficulty in 

 hitting the ram dead and knocking over two more with three cartridges. 

 Venison was required at Suakin for the approaching visit of the Sirdar, or I 

 would not have fired at the does. Spotty was naturally delighted, far more 

 so than myself, for the last cartridge had jammed tight, and my weapon, a 

 sporting Martini carbine, was useless. A whistle brought the Fuzzey to 

 us, and he nodded sagaciously at the open breech block of my carbine, and 

 scratching his mop of a head with his scratch stick, made a statement in 

 Hadendowa, which, Spotty re-interpreting into Arabic, was an announce- 

 ment that he had seen that sort of thing happen before. As our friend 

 had assisted in breaching the square at Teb or Tamai, I considered him 

 perfectly qualified to make any observations he pleased on jammed rifles. 

 But what to do ? Sixteen miles from quarters, and not a bush or tree 

 visible capable of furnishing a clearing rod. 



The Fuzzey then disappeared, and in dejection we re-saddled the camel, 

 gralloched two of the arial, and watched the third one limping along very 

 sick on the horizon. As we turned to leave him, our Fuzzey again showed 



