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Five years in the Sudan . tafter tethering the baggage donkeys we sank downby the side of the track and were asleep in less thana minute. The next morning, or, to be more pre-cise, an hour or so later, I woke and saw the longed-for rest-house nesthng in the shade of some treesnot five hundred yards from where I lay! We movedon, and far too tired to attempt to shoot success-fully, I retired to the cool of the rest-house andwent to sleep again, waking, hot and bad-tempered,at about half-past three. Lunch and tea combined,however, did much to raise my drooping spirits, andI went out to try my luc

Five years in the Sudan . tafter tethering the baggage donkeys we sank downby the side of the track and were asleep in less thana minute. The next morning, or, to be more pre-cise, an hour or so later, I woke and saw the longed-for rest-house nesthng in the shade of some treesnot five hundred yards from where I lay! We movedon, and far too tired to attempt to shoot success-fully, I retired to the cool of the rest-house andwent to sleep again, waking, hot and bad-tempered,at about half-past three. Lunch and tea combined,however, did much to raise my drooping spirits, andI went out to try my luc Stock Photo
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Five years in the Sudan . tafter tethering the baggage donkeys we sank downby the side of the track and were asleep in less thana minute. The next morning, or, to be more pre-cise, an hour or so later, I woke and saw the longed-for rest-house nesthng in the shade of some treesnot five hundred yards from where I lay! We movedon, and far too tired to attempt to shoot success-fully, I retired to the cool of the rest-house andwent to sleep again, waking, hot and bad-tempered,at about half-past three. Lunch and tea combined,however, did much to raise my drooping spirits, andI went out to try my luck. There was no luck. Ibagged a couple of guinea-fowl close to the camp asI was going out, and got nothing else that day. Thenext, I had to begin my march homewards, deter-mined this time to do the distance by easy stages;but I never got anything larger than gazelle, andreturned with no bag at all, feeling utterly miser-able. To make matters worse, I got a touch of feveron the last day out, and spent the entire days march. Photo liy <•? •!. Miilillctoii 1-. 211 FOIUCST XCENEliY^ lil.UK MM: THE COUNTRY AND ITS SPORT 215 in attempting to find impossible rhymes to terminatethat diabolical little verse about Little Goody Two-shoes. Two Shoes, Blue Shoes, New Shoes, TrueShoes, and so on. With wearying persistency mybrain sought what it could not find, and my feetwalked to the swing of the words. I never wish torepeat the experience. For many weeks afterwardsit was sufficient to threaten a march to Abou She-nania in order to reduce complaining gun-bearers toan abject state of docihty. It was on the same road, however, that later Isaw my first leopard at close quarters. I had beenshooting in the forest on the east side of the Nileand had got an orebie, and I was returning to lunchacross an open space, surrounded with trees andlong grass, when a leopard crossed my path somesixty yards in front. Just as I fired he began totrot, with the result that I missed the heart andhit him t