HAJI HASSAN. 7 
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wrong, and in reporting this to me, that I gave him the 
title of head man to please him, and he has been my 
friend for life ever since. Like all Somalis, he is very 
fond of collecting every cent and loose rag he can scrape 
together, but he is very careful not to make his master 
angry. 
One night when we were camped at Milmil, Haji came 
to my tent and tried to wake me; he did so, however, in 
such a gentle fashion that I did not think that anything 
could be the matter, and went to sleep again. An hour 
later I heard Hassan’s voice in my tent once more. 
“Hother boy he kill him one.” —*“ What do you mean, 
Haji?” I said, as I heard the word “kill.” “Yes, sahib, he 
kill him one.” And as I rose, Haji opened the tent, and 
showed me one of my boys lying apparently lifeless upon 
the ground. The poor fellow had lain there for an hour 
insensible in the cold, without a stitch of clothing on 
him, and neither Hassan nor any of the other boys had 
thought the affair of sufficient importance to disturb me, 
or to attend themselves to their fellow-countryman. My 
boy had been knocked down bya native as he was fetch- 
ing water from a well, and was severely injured. 
I engaged Hassan as soon as he jumped on the steamer, 
telling him his work would be confined to looking after 
the boxes of natural-history specimens, and _ assisting 
Dodson. We were scarcely landed before many of my 
old boys were about me, with hosts of othér friends, clam- 
oring for positions. 
We spent ten days hard at work at Aden, engaging men, 
buying cloth, brass wire, and beads for trading purposes. 
Provisions for the Europeans of the party, and the fancy 
articles for trading, ammunition, and all the rest of the 
enepedimenta, | had shipped ahead from London. I had 
an agreement drawn up binding my men, in as strong a 
