THE MAKAM SAYYID SULAYMAN. 169 



persecuted by the Baloeli, and the wild Jagers 

 will kill and eat even rats. We heard, however, 

 many tales of Mabogo, or wild cattle, and of lions; 

 of leopards in plenty; of a hog, probably the 

 masked boar ; amongst many antelopes, of one re- 

 sembling the Nilghai (A. Picta), and of an elk 

 said to be like the Sambar of Hindostan. 



Another hour's marching, and a total of six 

 miles, as shown by the pedometer, brought us to 

 the Makam Sayyid Sulayman, a partially cleared 

 ring in the thorny jungle. It was bounded on 

 one side by a rocky and tree-fringed nullah, where 

 water stagnates in pools during the dry season; 

 and here ensued a comical scene. The whole 

 party went to drink, when suddenly all began to 

 dance and shout like madmen, pulling off their 

 clothes and frantically snatching at theu^ lower 

 limbs. It was our first experience of that for- 

 mican fiend, the bull-dog ant (Siyafu or Ch'hungu 

 Pundo),^ black, and a good half inch long, which 

 invariably reserves its attentions for the tender- 

 est portions of the person attacked. The bite of 

 this wretch, properly called ' atrox,' burns like 

 the point of a red-hot needle, and whilst engaged 

 in its cannibal meal, literally beginning to devour 



^ Ch'hungu, the generic name for an ant, must not be 

 confounded with ' Chungu,' a pot. 



