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to the place and found the carcass, but the lion had been 

 driven off before he had eaten any of it. 



We stopped here till the 28th of November and then 

 marched to Arabsiyo, where we heard that two lions had killed 

 a camel about five miles off. Cheetham went after them, and I 

 went on to the water to collect. I waited there till Cheetham 

 returned, unsuccessful, after two very unpleasant nights spent 

 in the rain without any tent. Next day we walked along 

 some rough hills to Gebili, another watering-place, where 

 there were a great many fairly fresh elephant-tracks. On 

 December 3rd some Somalis rode to the camp and told us 

 the elephants were watering at Ujawaji, about twelve miles 

 further south. So we marched to a spot about five miles 

 beyond the Ujawaji water-holes and camped. The rain had 

 filled the water-holes, and all the villagers had moved out 

 from the permanent waters to get grass for their live-stock 

 on the edge of the Haud. Here we got the first glimpse of 

 the open grass-plain called, by the Somalis the Bund. Past 

 the yellow sea of grass, to the west, we could see the remark- 

 able hills Jifa Uri and Jifa Medir standing up above the plain. 



Next day Cheetham, who had got a chill through his 

 wetting, staid in camp; but I started off at dawn to look 

 for the elephants, and was ultimately successful in killing 

 one. The hunt was very exciting while it lasted, but I felt 

 rather ashamed of myself for killing a big beast just for the 

 sake of his tusks. However, elephants are doomed in Somali- 

 land, as both the Somalis and Abyssinians are always 

 hunting them and kill all they can, both small and great. 

 We left Ujawaji on December 16th, having collected a 

 good many birds there, and marched to Jifa Uri. Our 

 route was across part of the Bund, and we saw many herds 

 of Soemmerring's Gazelle and Oryx ; also a fair number of 

 Kori Bustards [Eupodotis kori), of which I managed to 

 secure a good specimen. 



Jifa Uri is a rocky hill covered with scrub, and seems to 

 be the head quarters of all the hyaenas of the district, judging 

 by the noise they made at night and the number of their 

 tracks about it. There was plenty of dry grass among the 



