THE RHINOCEROS OF THE LADO 429 
to wear head nets and gloves in the evenings and to go to 
bed at once after dinner, and then to lie under the mosquito 
bar with practically nothing on through the long hot night, 
sleeping or contentedly listening to the humming of the 
baffled myriads outside the net. At the Sururu camp, how¬ 
ever, we could sit at a table in front of the tents, after sup¬ 
per—or dinner, whichever one chose to call it—and read by 
lamplight, in the still, cool, pleasant air; or walk up and 
down the hard, smooth elephant path which led by the tents, 
looking at the large red moon just risen, as it hung low 
over the horizon, or later, when, white and clear, it rode 
high in the heavens and flooded the land with its radiance. 
There was a swamp close by, and we went through this 
the first afternoon in search of buffalo. We found plenty of 
sign; but the close-growing reeds were ten feet high, and 
even along the winding buffalo trails by which alone they 
could be penetrated it was impossible to see a dozen paces 
ahead. Inside the reeds it was nearly impossible to get to 
the buffalo, or at least to be sure to kill only a bull, which 
was all I wanted; and at this time when the moon was just 
past the full, these particular buffalo only came out into 
the open to feed at night, or very early in the morning and 
late in the evening. But Sururu said that there were other 
buffalo which lived away from the reeds, among the thorn- 
trees on the grassy flats and low hills; and he volunteered 
to bring me information about them on the morrow. Sure 
enough, shortly before eleven next morning, he turned 
up with the news that he had found a solitary bull only 
about five miles away. Grogan and I at once started back 
with him, accompanied by our gun-bearers. The country 
was just such as that in which we had hitherto found our 
