CHAPTER X.
A day with the howartis--A hippo's gallant fight--Abou Do leaves us--Three yards from a lion--Days of delight--A lion's furious rage--Astounding courage of a horse.
A LITTLE before sunrise I accompanied the howartis, or hippopotamus-hunters, for a day's sport.

At length we arrived at a large pool in which were several sand-banks covered with rushes, and many rocky islands.

Among these rocks was a herd of hippopotami, consisting of an old bull and several cows.

A young hippo was standing, like an ugly little statue, on a protruding rock, while another infant stood upon its mother's back that listlessly floated on the water.
This was an admirable place for the hunters.

They desired me to lie down, and they crept into the jungle out of view of the river.