Death of Anson, followed by a buffalo, throws liimself to the ground pretending to be dead. The buffalo comes up and sniffs at him for ten minutes, then, seeing him immovable, goes away. This I myself saw in the Bahr-el-Grhazal. A herd of buffaloes had caught sight of five natives, who instantly threw themselves on the ground. The buffaloes sniffed at them a good while, and then went away. It is worthy of note, and surprised me much to see, that the total, arjel, and gazelles, allow the negroes to approach within twenty paces, while, when they see a European at even two hundred paces, they fly precipitately. Can it be the smell of the powder, or the difference of complexion that inspires them with so much terror ?

On July 12th I set out with Haggi to hunt, and we killed three wild oxen. I sent on board for a stove, for butter, salt, bread and two plates, Avhile we quenched our thirst with the milk of a cow which probably had its young one not far off. A thunderstorm broke out unexpectedly, and such heavy rain fell that the drops seemed like bullets falling from the sky. In a few moments, notwithstanding that we had taken shelter under trees, we were as soaked through as if we had fallen into the river. When the torrents had ceased I directed my steps to the Saphia, followed by the soldiers laden with pieces of the ox. But on returning we mistook the road, and after having lost two good hours wandering about, we finally found ourselves on board at seven o'clock in the evening, tired and exhausted. We had left at five in the morning, Anson had not yet returned, I immediately sent some soldiers with orders to go inland for twenty minutes and fire shots that might serve him as a guide for finding his way. At last a distant shot replied to those of the soldiers, and shortly afterwards I saw him coming, quite delighted at having killed an antelope, but when the soldiers brought me the victim's skin I perceived that it was that of a young ox. F 2