208 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
their hands and cried: “No, no; do not mention fight. 
We want peace; no more war.”) But if he were peacefully 
inclined, he would find us only too ready to make ourselves 
brothers to him, — witness the handsome present I was 
sending him. After three days’ halt we started out again 
on April 13, expecting to reach a well which we had been 
told was five hours distant. But we had a hard and long 
day of it, spending twelve hours on the road in marching 
eighteen miles. 
We kept up the same order as when we were sur- 
rounded by enemies, and when a camel’s load got loose, 
the whole caravan stopped, 
so as not to become scat- 
tered. Arrived at the well 
indicated, we found only a 
dry pond. We were forced 
to push on, not one of us, 
including Dodson and my- 
BORAN BRACELETS. 
self, touching food for thir- 
teen hours. Up to the last five miles the country was fairly 
flat and open; but now we ascended considerably, over a 
very stony and bushy pass, and threaded our way around 
the base of a group of rugged mountains. Below us lay 
another valley, eight miles across, and bounded on the north 
by a series of very jagged, rocky peaks, and barren moun- 
tains of red sandstone. Tired and worn, we at last came 
to a well of beautiful clear water, called Folle, just as the 
sun was setting. 
There were a few villages in the valley, belonging to the 
Aseba tribe, and from these some of the people came to us 
bringing little presents of honey and milk. It rained con- 
siderably during the night and the next morning, but this 
did not deter us from marching on and reaching Argassa 
before noon. A more genial old soul than the chief of 
