‘A JOURNEY IN THE EAST, 2387 
On the following morning, after spending some hours in 
ceremonial duties, we were able to change our full-dress 
uniforms for our shooting-coats, and after taking an early 
lunch we set out to shoot at Heliopolis, and ere long came in 
sight of the celebrated obelisk with its surroundings of bushes 
and green meadows. 
Near the obelisk is a garden belonging to the Khedive, 
which contains a well-kept orange-grove with beautiful walks, 
and is adorned with flowers and luxuriant African vegeta- 
tion. This garden, which is not larger than those often 
attached to European country houses, is surrounded by a low 
mud wall, and situated among well-tilled fields near a village. 
Baron Saurma now proposed that we should beat it, but as 
we entered the gate I could not help thinking that we should 
not find anything more worth shooting at than the pretty 
Hgyptian Turtle-Doves, but we were soon to be better 
informed. 
Some of the gentlemen stationed themselves on one of the 
principal paths that intersected the garden, hiding behind the 
orange-trees, now loaded with fruit, while to me was assigned 
the last post near the wall. Saurma’s eight capital dachs- 
hunds were then let loose, and their merry music soon 
reminded us of our hunting-grounds at home. 
With strained attention I followed the progress of the 
hunt, and in a few minutes a shot was fired on the path. 
It was succeeded by a short silence, but the dogs soon gave 
tongue again in the opposite direction and came nearer and 
nearer to my post. Suddenly I heard an animal rushing 
through the bushes towards me, and immediately afterwards 
a jackal came galloping along the wall as hard as he could. 
A lucky shot knocked him over, and I had a good deal of 
difficulty in rescuing my booty from the onslaughts of the 
furious dachshunds, which had followed closely on the track. 
It was a true African Jackal that I had killed—a lean, reddish- 
