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SAVAGE SUDAN 
only a few minutes before. At the very point where, 
in heavy bush, we had lost the spoor, the lion, we now 
found, had turned sharp to the right, while we had cast 
round by the left; such is the narrow margin that divides 
success from failure. Of course we took up the spoor 
again, but knew that our star had set. While following 
this spoor, it was curious to notice that at intervals along 
its course we passed groups of gazelles quietly grazing. 
These must have seen the great beast of prey pass along 
only a few minujtes before, yet clearly had taken no alarm 
Roan Antelope. 
The Bull on the right is watching a Gazelle which we had unwittingly disturbed. 
or notice of any kind. The previous year I had observed 
a somewhat similar incident in these same forests, but a 
little further north. 
It was now midday and horribly hot — shade- 
temperature io8°—and we were seeking a shade-tree 
for lunch. For some time Baraka had been puzzling 
out a big heart-shaped spoor that in the hard ground I 
could not distinguish but which he called “ Burroo .” Now 
I may here interpolate (with heartfelt emphasis) that a 
grave handicap to all hunting in these wild lands springs 
from the fact that not one word at critical moments can 
one exchange with one’s trusty companion. The Arabic 
names of all game I had learnt by heart, but burroo ? 
