than I remembered the crocodiles. I seized the first clump of big reeds I came to, and, lying still, shouted till the canoe returned and picked me up. Taking a fresh supply of cartridges, we returned, and found my first hippo dead, but the second one had apparently rolled down a steep place into the water, and was nowhere to be seen. From the amount of blood about I was sure that he was in his death struggles, but could not persuade the men — who were quite satisfied with the prospect of gorging themselves that the one hippo afforded — to help me to look for him.

We loaded the canoe with as much meat as it would hold, and towed the remainder down the river to Leopoldville. The other hippo was picked up the next day lower down the river, stone dead. When wounded on land a hippopotamus generally charges, but it