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my shoulder when a stupid Mganda, noticing the animals, set up a yell, and they vanished in an instant.

On December 6th we reached Mruli. Before daylight we were on the move, and soon the jungle became thinner, and herds of gazelles were seen scampering off through the open glades. Then we emerged into a wide, open plain, almost treeless, and terribly swampy, being often knee-deep in water. An hour's wading brought us to the banks of the Kafur or Kafa (as the Waganda pronounce it), and shortly after I caught sight of the Egyptian flag marking the station of Mruli. Having collected all our caravan together, we marched on to the station, firing a couple of guns to announce our arrival.

Just outside the gate I found a company of soldiers drawn up to receive me, who presented arms as I passed, while the bugles played the " Salaam." Of course I at once inquired for the white men, but there were none there ; but a letter was given me from Pearson, asking me to come on to Foweira, another Egyptian station on the Nile, some seventy miles north of Mruli. I was most hospitably received by the officers in charge of Mruli, who cleared out the government divan for my use, and supplied me liberally with food, Dr. Emin, with his usual thoughtful kindness, having given orders that if ever I came to Mruli, or any of the other stations in his province, I was to be treated as his guest.