44 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
through the middle of which the small stream, the Darde, 
wound its way into the Shebeli. We were not long in 
climbing down the precipitous walls of the canyon and in 
reaching the Darde, which we followed for half a mile to 
its junction with the greater river. 
We found many footprints of natives here, but none of 
the Gallas themselves; so after passing a restless night by 
the side of the stream, without a tent, and being nearly 
devoured by mosquitoes, I journeyed back to the caravan. 
Noticing, on our way, a man and two women far off in 
the valley tending sheep, I sent Hari Berrois, and some of 
my boys, to try to bring the three natives to our camp. 
They came to us willingly, and told us they were the last 
natives left in the neighborhood, all the rest of their 
countrymen having fled, thinking we were Abyssinians. | 
persuaded them to accompany me to the camp, and then, 
after loading them with presents, sent them ahead to quell 
the fears of their people. 
Marching on, we came to some water-holes, called Feji, 
where many natives joined us. 
