ch. xiv] SURURU’S VILLAGE 421 
no mosquitoes. During our stay in the Lado it was 
generally necessary 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, however, we could sit 
at a table in front of the tents, after supper—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 
