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and heavy for the tired animals to carry. But the rain did 
not prevent Dodson and myself shooting a couple of zebra 
grevil. Between the river Jub and Lake Stephanie we 
had met only with Burchell’s zebra, but we found both 
Burchell’s zebra and the zebra grevii inhabiting the same 
country about Lake Stephanie. I never found the two 
species intermingling in herds, however. 
When we arrived at the northern end of Lake Donald- 
son, after a six hours’ march, I was surprised by four of my 
boys running up in great haste and calling out that they 
had been attacked. I had shot a gazelle on the march, 
and had left four Somalis behind to fetch the meat, not 
supposing that there were any natives about; but while 
engaged in cutting up the animal, about a dozen naked 
savages belonging to the Amar tribe rushed down from 
the mountain and attacked them with javelins. My boys 
only fired over their heads and ran. The Amar followed 
to within a hundred yards of the caravan, which had now 
camped on a hill rising out of a plain immediately north of 
Lake Donaldson. A few of us approached the natives 
and called to them in Galla that we were friends and 
wished to talk with them. They might not have under- 
stood the Galla language, but they could have had no 
doubt of our meaning when we picked up grass and held 
it towards them, as this is the universal sign of peace 
throughout Northeast Africa. 
The natives were bent on showing their teeth, however, 
and only replied by gesticulating wildly and threatening 
us with their weapons. One of them seemed to wish to 
do something daring, and was about to run at us with his 
bow and arrows, when he was seized by one of his com- 
rades, who took away the weapons he held, and substituted 
a couple of javelins in their place. The youth with the 
javelins now acted one of the funniest little scenes in 
