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MY SOMALI BOOK 



I did, and in spite of instructions to the contrarj^ had 

 been forwarded by the post office to England. Now, 

 owing to the time I had lost, it was too late to think 

 of the Ogaden, so the rhino that ought to have been 

 mine still continues with his brethren to provide the 

 twentieth centur3^ with an example of life from the 

 world before the flood. 



With some difficulty the little lion cub was per- 

 suaded to adopt a goat as foster-mother — much to 

 the latter' s objection, for in taking his meal he used 

 both teeth and claw with some strenuousness. Poor 

 little beggar, he was not very happy, and cried most 

 of the first night until I put him to sleep, petting and 

 soothering him just like a baby. 



The next morning I went after the big lion who 





had been prowling around in the night, but the tracks 

 at length took us right out on the open plain, where 

 rain had fallen and we lost them. I saw a sounder 

 of pig where they would have afforded a grand ride if 

 I had had horse and spear at hand. On the way back I 

 shot a fine aotil with horns that touched twenty inches. 

 That afternoon, after an unsuccessful search for 



