CHAvr Ish Ic. 
ALONG THE SHEBELI RIVER FROM MARAKADUDU TO BARI — DARING CROC- 
ODILES — A NaTIvVE CoUNCIL OF WAR — BEAUTIFUL BirRDsS— I sHOW A 
War Party OF NATIVES THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A RIFLE AND A 
SPEAR — WE ASTONISH THE NATIVES — GELEDI Bari — WE WAIT FOR 
SaLAN-— ANNOYING INSECTS — ONE CANNOT MOVE FAST IN AFRICA — FISH- 
ING I HOLD a CiLinic — NATIVES BECOME INSOLENT — FRIGHTENED BY 
RocKEtTs — My FRIEND’s AMUSING STORY. 
RED went along the shore shooting crocodiles, while 
Dodson and I caught some large fish, which we fried 
in vaseline. We usually used the fat tails of the sheep 
to fry with, but not having any of this at the time being, 
we thought we would try vaseline, with the result that 
we enjoyed our supper immensely, as there was no dis- 
agreeable taste whatever to the vaseline. 
Just before starting the next morning (January 9) my men 
raised a great row about going on, and it was a long time 
before I could make them obey me. The throngs of 
natives that greeted us on our march after this said noth- 
ing whatever about the small-pox, and my boys let the 
subject drop when they saw that I was not to be stopped. 
Passing miles of waving durrha, and many droves of fine 
cattle, camels, goats, sheep, donkeys, mules, and ponies, 
we camped among some pine trees not far from where the 
natives water their animals. Here was a strong brush 
fence, built well out in the river to keep away the crocodiles ; 
but even this did not prevent some of the daring crea- 
tures from breaking through every now and then and 
