CHAP. I.] 
“ THE CLUMSY” ON THE STYX. 
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buffalo was so disabled by my shot of yesterday that 
lie was incapable of leaving the spot, as, with a broken 
shoulder, he could not get through the deep mud. My 
Reilly No. 10 bullet was found under the skin of the 
right shoulder, having passed in at the left shoulder 
rather above the lungs. 
The windings of this monotonous river are extra¬ 
ordinary, and during dead calms in these vast marshes 
the feeling of melancholy produced is beyond descrip¬ 
tion. The White Nile is a veritable “ Styx.” When 
the wind does happen to blow hard, the navigation is 
most difficult, owing to the constant windings ; the 
sailors being utterly ignorant, and the rig of the vessel 
being the usual huge “ leg of mutton ” sail, there is an 
amount of screaming and confusion at every attempt 
to tack which generally ends in our being driven on 
the lee marsh ; this is preferable to a capsize, which is 
sometimes anything but distant. This morning is one 
of those days of blowing hard, with the accompani¬ 
ments of screaming and shouting. Course S.E. Waited 
half a day for the “ Clumsy,” which hove in sight just 
before dark; the detentions caused by this vessel are 
becoming serious, a quick voyage being indispensable 
for the animals. The camels are already suffering 
from confinement, and I have their legs well swathed 
in wet bandages. 
