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hundred pounds, by name Baro Archali, of the village 
called Gondaraba. He was surrounded by several wives 
in his large hut, and made the greatest uproar, and finally 
actual resistance at being drawn forth from his den. It 
was all that six men could do to carry him along. 
The second king, Ea Bulla, of the village Ehe Gudi, 
was nearly as big as Baro Archali; but Kulama, of Oto 
Dibo, was very different. He was very small and thin, 
only twenty-two years of age, and with the most fiendish 
and sensual face. He was engaged in sacrificing a sheep 
when we found him, and had smeared the blood of the 
animal over his whole person. The big war-horn, made 
of an elephant’s tusk, that I found in his house, and that 
had helped to keep us awake all night, I at once appro- 
priated. Dodson soon came along, amid loud cheering, 
and our camp was made close to the villages. We found 
much honey, tobacco, and all sorts of things belonging 
to the rich Arbore, and it was all I could do to keep 
the boys from looting everything they saw. I allowed 
them to take the honey, however, as nothing tickles a 
Somali’s palate so much as this; and they deserved it for 
the way in which they had fought. There was great re- 
joicing in camp, and I had some difficulty in keeping Ola 
from nearly teasing the life out of the old fat king. 
I sent word to the natives that their women could go 
to and from the village unmolested, and that a few men 
at a time could approach, if they were unarmed, but 
that any man seen with a weapon in his hands would be 
shot. But neyer again will the Arbore dare to fight 
against rifles, or “gola bishan” (water-throwers), as they 
sneeringly called our weapons when I first visited their 
villages. My camels were daily growing weaker under 
their heavy loads of trading goods, and the Arbore had 
cattle by the thousand. Why should I not drive my food 
