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WILD BUFFALO SHOOTING. 
renewing our wardrobe, we were becoming extrava- 
gant, and walked through everything with our shoes, 
socks, and trousers on ; but this was a mistake, as 
sand got into our shoes, and the grass cut our socks 
or gaiters. When we came to a pool, the scene was 
like that of a number of boys bathing. The Wanyoro 
first plant their spears upright in the ground, then 
take the load from their heads, doff their small cover- 
ings, and proceed joyously to splash each other in the 
water. Older stagers sit on the banks enjoying the 
sight, smoking or eating meat cut with their spear- 
heads. This lasts for nearly an hour, and then we 
move off again through the tall grass, till we arrive 
in camp, where arbours or huts are made wherein to 
sleep. Huts left by previous travellers were some- 
times met with, their fires still burning ; and we were 
informed that the people of Chopeh and Kidi came 
there to sport. Speke shot a buffalo, which afforded 
great excitement. On his wounding him, the natives, 
with spears erect, rushed at the animal, who charged 
and drove them away like flies ; at last, however, 
several shots and spears pierced him as he lay wal- 
lowing in the water. Not an inch of the buffalo 
was wasted : though the Wanyoro had our loads to 
carry, all was brought into camp as food. Many of 
their spears were broken and bent, showing the soft- 
ness of their iron. Afterwards, in our march, we saw 
a knot of elephants, heard the lion, came across some 
hartebeest — here also called " gnamcera" — and were 
informed that the people of Chopeh can creep up to 
the wild buffalo and spear him while he is asleep. 
This is strange, but is quite credible. 
On the 29th of November our party of eighty souls 
