a herd of hartebeest, when the wind was 
blowing strongly from them, although they 
were out of sight over a gentle rise. Water- 
buck have a very strong smell. Buffalo 
smell very much like domestic cattle, but 
old bulls are rank. More than once, in 
forest, my nostrils have warned me before 
my eyes that I was getting near the quarry 
whose spoor I was on. 
After leaving the elephant camp we jour¬ 
neyed through country for the most part 
covered with an open forest growth. The 
trees were chiefly acacias. Among them 
were interspersed huge candelabra euphor¬ 
bias, all in bloom, and now and then one of 
the brilliant red flowering trees, which 
never seem to carry many leaves at the 
same time with their gaudy blossoms. At 
one place for miles the open forest was com¬ 
posed of the pod-bearing, thick-leafed 
trees on which we had found the elephants 
feeding; their bark and manner of growth 
gave them somewhat the look of jack-oaks; 
where they made up the forest, growing 
well apart from one another, it reminded 
us of the cross-timbers of Texas and Okla¬ 
homa. The grass was everywhere three or 
four feet high; here and there were patches 
of the cane-like elephant grass, fifteen feet 
high. 
It was pleasant to stride along the road 
in the early mornings, followed by the 
Elephant grass along the Uganda trail. 
From a photograph by J. Alden Loring. 
