270 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
They told me that north of them were very many little 
tribes that went about quite naked, and were continually 
fighting one another. The Arbore, therefore, could only 
give me guides as far as the Burle, as they wouid be killed 
if they got outside of their own country. 
We left the Arbore on June 24, after having given them 
all my old donkeys, twenty-two in number, and a few tired 
camels and oxen. One of my two remaining mules had to 
be shot, and the other one I left behind, as it was suffering 
so much from the effects of fly-bites. We marched for 
five hours very slowly toward the Amar range. There 
were many stops on account of the mass of cattle we were 
driving. Cattle which are unaccustomed to being driven 
will mass together and attempt to crush through the 
bushes on each side of the path as they are urged along, 
but it 1s astonishing how quickly they learn to follow one 
another in Indian file, no matter how long the line may 
be. [wo Watu Boran acted as guides, and one of these 
began to make love to Ola. I oversaw the two flirting 
and was highly amused at the manner in which they went 
about it. It consisted almost entirely in tickling and 
pinching, each sally being accompanied by roars of laugh- 
ter. They never kissed, as such a thing is unknown in 
Airiea.. [he cuides told me that the Arbore: had ine 
habited the country north of Lake Stephanie for many 
hundred years, and that only recently the Boran had 
come among them.’ 
At the end of the second march we arrived at the vil- 
lages of the Burle, situated near the foot of the high Amar 
mountain ranges. Each village was surrounded by a stone 
wall three feet high, which in turn was surmounted by a 
strong bush fence. There were many little hamlets and 
1 They have a distinct language of their own, a few words of which I wrote 
down in my diary. Their country is called Wando. 
