. My Apingi kingdom: with life in the great Sahara, and sketches of the chase of the ostrich, hyena, &c . ry great swiftness. This was greatsport. I had been entirely successful. I gave a wildshout of joy, and my two friends, who had remained be-hind, and were watching my movements, ran toward meas fast as they could. I sent one of them back to thecamp to fetch the other men to assist in carrying thegame. The beautiful feathers were pulled out, the os-triches were cut into small pieces, and then, singingsongs of triumph, we returned to camp. That eveningwe had a splendid supper of roast ostric
. My Apingi kingdom: with life in the great Sahara, and sketches of the chase of the ostrich, hyena, &c . ry great swiftness. This was greatsport. I had been entirely successful. I gave a wildshout of joy, and my two friends, who had remained be-hind, and were watching my movements, ran toward meas fast as they could. I sent one of them back to thecamp to fetch the other men to assist in carrying thegame. The beautiful feathers were pulled out, the os-triches were cut into small pieces, and then, singingsongs of triumph, we returned to camp. That eveningwe had a splendid supper of roast ostrich. The next day I thought it was time to go back, forthe vessel was soon to be ready to sail, and I must reluc-tantly say good-by to the Great Desert. So we raisedour camp, loaded our donkeys, and departed on our home-ward way. It was with a feeling of sorrow that I saidgood-by to these desert and sandy shores, where I liadreally enjoyed myself, and learned something that I didnot know before. A few days after my return to the settlement of we weighed anchor and sailed for the Gulf CHAPTER XXX. A. PLEASANT VOYAGE. IN SIGHT OF THE CAMEKOONS. THE ISLAND OF FERNANDO PO. SHARKS. THE PILOT-FISH.—• WHAT THEY DO. HOOKING OF A BIG SHARK.—ITS STRUG-GLES. ITS DEATH. For a few days after getting nnder way we had aliglit breeze, and tlien sailed into the region of cahns,where vessels are sonietinies detained for weeks for wantof wind enough to till their canvas. We were not sounfortunate, liowever, and thirt^-eight days after our de-parture from Senegal our ship was })lowing through thewater finely. We had a nice breeze, all our sails wereset, and the studding-sails were out. As I looked backone morning, I could see our wake for a long sun had risen half an hour before, and the deck hadjust been Avashed. I was enjoying the coolness of amorning at sea under the tropics. The captain wassmoking a pipe as haid as he could. I could see that liewas nervous
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