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where he stopped he died, but my heart fell when he entered the forest. It was more belts of light bush than forest. But the grass was very very short & the ground like iron & spooring almost impossible. However I found where he had left the five cows & my gun bearer ^[[insertion]] & I [[/insertion]] hunted & hunted for him. All to no avail. I am certain he was lying dead quite close but we could not find him.
4 mortal hours I spent, keeping the safari waiting till we could give no more time and I turned away with a heavy heart to leave him for the hyenas & jackalls. He was not such a good beast as the one I have got - but it was a bitter blow. 
We consequently did not make camp till 3.30, having 5 hours of a bitter driving rain. I camped on the edge of the cliff overhanging Lake El-bor-Lossat.
My gun bearer had told me tales of water-buck there, so I thought I would tempt fate once more. I had a dish of tea & climbed down the cliff at 4.30 to see what I should see.
While going through a patch of thick thorn scrub, I started some water buck giving me a 

Transcription Notes:
El-bor-Lossat = Masai for "the great swamp" (See also p.97)(Geographical Journal, 1905) http://books.google.com/books?id=1vhDAQAAMAAJ&pg=PA466&lpg=PA466&dq=lake+el.bor-lossat&source=bl&ots=yVY2BjlI2J&sig=yl4LO8KcXuJOe5hiOdxv7WQSKjU&hl=en&sa=X&ei=uQV9VIS1HdCqyASGu4CgBQ&ved=0CCEQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=lake%20el.bor-lossat&f=false