428 RHINOCEROS OF THE LADO [ch. xiv 
had amply earned. All the meat did not get into camp 
until after dark—one of the sailors, unfortunately, falling 
out of a tree and breaking his neck on the way in—and 
it was picturesque to see the rows of big antelope— 
hartebeest, kob, waterbuck—stretched in front of the 
flaring fires, and the dark faces of the waiting negroes, 
each deputed by some particular group of gun-bearers, 
porters, or sailors to bring back its share. 
Next morning we embarked, and steamed and drifted 
down the Nile ; ourselves, our men, our belongings, and 
the spoils of the chase all huddled together under the 
torrid sun. Two or three times we grounded on sand¬ 
bars, but no damage was done, and in twenty-six hours 
we reached Nimule. We were no longer in healthy 
East Africa. Kermit and I had been in robust health 
throughout the time we were in Uganda and the Lado; 
but all the other white men of the party had suffered 
more or less from dysentery, fever, and sun-prostration 
while in the Lado ; some of the gun-bearers had been 
down with fever, one of them dying while we were in 
Uganda ; and four of the porters who had marched from 
Koba to Nimule had died of dysentery—they were 
burying one when we arrived. 
At Nimule we were, as usual, greeted with hospitable 
heartiness by the English officials, as well as by two or 
three elephant hunters. One of the latter, three days 
before, had been charged by an unwounded bull elephant. 
He fired both barrels into it as it came on, but it 
charged home, knocked him down, killed his gun-bearer, 
and made its escape into the forest. In the forlorn 
little graveyard at the station were the graves of two 
white men who had been killed by elephants. One of 
them, named Stoney, had been caught by a wounded 
bull, which stamped the life out of him and then liter- 
