WE MARCH SOUTH TO THE SHEBELI RIVER. 37 
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to the noise of the approaching caravan. He disappeared 
almost at once in a thick clump of bushes. Calling to my 
boys, I ran across to cut him off. We surrounded the 
clump of bushes just as the first camel came in sight. 
When Dr. Donaldson Smith came up, he ordered the camp 
to be pitched, and some camel-men to beat the bushes, while 
he and I took up positions on the further side of the 
clump. | 
“It was so thick that the men would not venture into 
the bushes to drive the animal out; and as they were 
unable to move him, they set fire to the bushes. A few 
minutes after this he came out opposite me, only a few 
yards off. He saw me at once, and gave a snarl before I 
could fire, and then darted away to my left, making fora 
small hedge. As he crossed the open space about forty 
yards off, I fired a snap-shot at him for luck, and to my 
surprise found him quite dead about one hundred yards 
further off.” 
After the first two marches from Bodele we came to the 
junction of the Tugs Sillul, Dacheto, Lummo, Bourgha, 
and Turfa. These tugs are here merged into a flowing 
stream of water, which continues for about eleven miles as 
the Bourgha River, until this empties itself into the Webi 
Shebeli.’ 
Camping at this spot, called Bieusora, which means in 
Somali “junction of waters,” I sent men ahead ‘o recon- 
noitre, the guides I took from Bodele being absolutely use- 
less. I was much afraid of a block in the Bourgha valley, 
such as I had encountered in trying to reach the Erer 
River; but my scouts returned in the afternoon with the 
good news that they had seen the big river, and that we 
could march there easily. 
On the 24th of August, after a morning’s march of ten 
1 «* Webi” is the Somali name for any river. 
