Cried ke iV. 
Turra TuG—SHOOTING RHINOCEROSES—A SIDE-TRIP TO THE RIVER 
ERER — Narrow ESCAPE FROM A RHINOCEROS — WE ARE OBLIGED 
TO LIFT THE CAMELS OVER Rocks — A BEAUTIFUL VALLEY — Impos- 
SIBLE TO CROSS THE ERER WITH CAMELS — RETURN TO THE CARAVAN — 
Mr. Frep GILLEttT’s LIoN AND LEOPARD Hunr— WE MARCH SOUTH 
TO THE SHEBELI RIVER— THE RIVER FLOODED— DHuUM PaLMs — 
GREAT DIFFICULTY IN CROSSING THE WEBI SHEBELI— MULE CAUGHT 
BY A CROCODILE — MAN DROWNED —A MULE AND Two Ponies Losr 
— First FOOTSTEPS IN THE COUNTRY OF THE ARUSA GALLAS — WE 
CAPTURE Two Natives— News or a Town BUILT OF STONE— I 
DISCOVER A SMALL RIVER — THE GALLAS ARE FRIENDLY. 
N the 14th of August we arrived at Bodele on Tug 
Turfa, where there was abundance of water, and 
where I was surprised to find a few Somalis. These 
natives said it would be impossible to take the caravan 
west, that the country was very mountainous, and that a 
river which I judged must be the Erer, which flows past 
Harar and empties into the Shebeli River, made its way 
through a deep gorge in this mountain; and they also 
said that a man empty-handed could not reach the waters 
of this stream, owing to the precipitous walls on either 
side. As it was wise to give the camels a good rest, I 
resolved to make the trip with Dodson and a few boys to 
the Erer, to see myself whether it would be possible to 
take the caravan across. 
Leaving Gillett in charge of the caravan at Bodele, I 
started on the morning of August 15 for the Erer River, 
with Dodson and twenty boys. I took along only five 
