164 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
Safaro, where the Dawa makes a great bend toward the 
north. The scenery changed much, as there were very 
high hills to the south, and across the river the land rose 
in a series of steps. It rained sharply for an hour during 
the march, and when we got to camp we were thoroughly 
soaked, and shivering with the cold. Dodson and I were 
saved from a good attack of fever by taking some whis- 
key immediately after changing our clothes. Whatever 
teetotalers may believe, I can truthfully state that we 
were saved many times from dangerous colds by taking 
a little whiskey at the proper time. Frequently I have 
come in wet and exhausted, when my cooks could not 
get hot drinks, such as soup, tea, or coffee, quickly enough, 
and on such occasions alcohol would be my only safe- 
guard against fever. I consider whiskey and brandy to 
be quite as important medicines as quinine on an African 
journey. 
As we continued toward the west the land on both sides 
of the Dawa rose higher and higher. Upon climbing a 
steep bluff to the south of our line of march, I observed 
three large groups of mountains about four thousand five 
hundred feet high, —the most eastern one called Shan, the 
central group Mt. Koori, and that to the west Mt. Halya; 
while to the south there were several mountains two 
thousand to three thousand feet in height. While fol- 
lowing along a narrow path, I saw a lion dart into the 
thick bushes on the other side, and tried to track him; but 
after getting entangled in the mesh-work of thorny acacias, 
I was forced to abandon the chase. At one village that 
we passed I was told that a band of six lions always hunted 
together, and that they frequently carried off the natives 
from their huts. We passed through much excellent game 
country, but it was impossible for me to get a great deal 
of sport, since we usually made a five or six hours’ march 
