CHAPTER XIII 



Death of Jennie — Daga Hayer — A grand lesser kudu and another lost oppor- 

 tunity — My last oryx — A too early duck — Hed Godir — KUpspringer — 

 Perfect ugliness : a wart-hog — Otocyon hmiting in a pack — Dubur — The 

 dainty little baira : a chance missed and a cruel disappointment — Some 

 compensation : a greater kudu shot — The Maritime hilLs — A giant fig- 

 tree — Baboons — The last day's march : riding the low moon out of the 

 sky — Pelzehi's gazelle : tAVO good heads — The last incident : Elmi 

 bitten by a snake : no evil results : Berbera once more — Selling off : 

 an auction that ended suddenly — Paying off : Somali gratitude — A 

 word for my shikaris — Abdilleh : his pluck — Luck, good and bad — The 

 last of Somaliland — And of Sonny — The Call of the Wild, 



On the afternoon of the 19th September we left Barka 

 Hagar, my last proceeding there being to bury the body 

 of poor little Jennie so that the hyaenas might not 

 lind it. Three days before she had become suddenly 

 lame, one hind leg much swollen. We could find no 

 sign of any injury, and the Somalis said it was a sort 

 of rheumatism due to chill after a drenching she had 

 had m heavy rain. I do not know. However, we 

 applied fomentations, but it was of no use, she went 

 off her feed and died. It was hard lines, for six weeks 

 with me she had been as well as possible, and a charming 

 pet. Sonny alone was left ; he was full of life. 



We moved north again, crossing a stony pass that 

 it took the camels all their time to negotiate. It took 

 just half an hour to get one nervous — or obstinate — 

 old oont over a descent of thirty-five to forty yards ! 

 At the foot of the pass I got a fairly good gerenuk, 

 onty the second I had seen since leaving Aror. 



