
 
        
         
		rope  gave  way,  having  been  bitten  through  by  the  
 enraged  beast,  who  was  still  beneath  the  water.  
 Immediately  after  this  he  appeared  on  the  surface,  
 and,  without  a  moment’s  hesitation,  he  once  more  
 charged  furiously  from  the  water  straight  at  the  
 hunters, with his huge mouth  open  to such an  extent  
 that  he could  have  accommodated  two  inside passengers. 
   Suleiman was wild with delight, and  springing  
 forward lance in hand, he drove  it against the head of  
 the  formidable  animal,  but  without  effect.  At  the  
 same  time,  Abou  Do  met  the  hippo  sword  in  hand,  
 reminding me of  Perseus  slaying the sea-monster that  
 would  devour  Andromeda,  but  the  sword  made  a  
 harmless gash, and  the  lance,  already blunted  against  
 the rocks,  refused  to  penetrate  the  tough hide;  once  
 more handfuls  of sand  were pelted upon his face,  and  
 again  repulsed by this  blinding  attack,  he was  forced  
 to retire  to  his  deep hole  and  wash  it  from his eyes.  
 Six  times  during  the  fight  the  valiant  bull  hippo  
 quitted his watery fortress,  and  charged  resolutely  at  
 his pursuers ;  he had  broken several of their lances in  
 his  jaws,  other  lances  had  been hurled,  and,  falling  
 upon  the  rocks,  they  were  blunted,  and  would  not  
 penetrate.  The  fight  had  continued  for  three  hours,  
 and the sun was about to set,  accordingly  the hunters  
 begged  me  to  give  him  the  coup  de  grace,  as  they  
 had  hauled him close to the  shore,  and they feared he  
 •would  sever the  rope  with his  teeth.  I  waited  for a  
 good opportunity, when he boldly raised his head from  
 water  about three  yards  from  the  rifle,  and  a  bullet 
 from the little Fletcher between the eyes closed the last  
 act.  This spot was  not  far  from  the pyramidical hill  
 beneath  which  I  had  fixed  our  camp,  to  which  I  
 returned after an amusing day’s sport. 
 The  next  morning,  I  started  to  the  mountains  to  
 explore  the  limit  that  I  had  proposed  for  my  expedition  
 on  the  Settite.  The  Arabs  had informed me  
 that  a river of  some  importance  descended  from  the  
 mountains,  and joined  the  main  stream  about twelve  
 miles from  our  camp.  The  aggageers  were  seriously  
 expecting an  attack  from the  Basé,  and  they advised  
 me  not  to  remain  much  longer  in  this  spot.  The  
 route  was  highly  interesting :  about five miles to  the  
 south-east  of  the  camp  we  entered  the  hilly  and  
 mountainous  country;  to  the  east  rose  the  peaked'  
 head  of  Allatakoora, about  seven  thousand  feet from  
 the  base,'while  S.S.E.  was  the  lofty  table-mountain,  
 known by the Arabs as  Boorkotân.  We rode through  
 fertile  valleys,  all  of  which  were  free from  grass,  as  
 the various  fires  had  spread  throughout  the  country ;  
 at  times  we  entered  deep  gorges  between  the  hills,  
 which  were  either  granite,  quartz,  or  basalt,  the  
 latter  predominating.  In  about  three  hours  and  a  
 half  we  arrived  at  Hor  Méhétape,  the  stream  that  
 the Arabs had reported.  Although a powerful torrent  
 during the  rains,  it  was  insignificant  as  one  of  the  
 tributaries  to  the  Settite,  as  the  breadth  did  not  
 exceed twenty-five yards.  At this season it was nearly  
 dry, and  at  no  time  did  it appear  to  exceed  a  depth  
 of  ten  or  twelve  feet.  As  we  had  arrived  at  this