SPORT IN ABYSSINIA. 



CHAPTER IV. 



A STRANGE " GET-UP " — AN UNLUCKY SHOT— CRANES — AN INSOLENT 

 "CHICKER" — OUR COOLIES STRIKE— FLORICAN — SERVANT HUNT- 

 ING — NIGHT MARCHING — FIRST SIGHT OF THE MAREB — "LONG LIE" 

 — COPTIC CHURCH — A PEAL OF STONE BELLS — HIGHWAY ROBBERY 

 — A CHASE — DOMESTIC QUARREL — LUGGAGE DIFFICULTIES — A 

 MOONLIGHT RACE. 



Jan. 13. — We made an early start this morning, 

 as it was a lovely day, and left the tents behind to 

 stand and dry, as they would have been very heavy 

 to pack wet. The General accompanied us ; he would 

 have looked a queer figure on an Aldershot field day. 

 He wore an undress general's uniform, with a large 

 sword clanking by his side, sitting on an Abys- 

 sinian saddle with rather faded trappings ; he rode a 

 mule, the sword clanking against every rock on the 

 narrow path. We saw some partridges on the road, 

 and I had a crack at one and wounded it, but it soon 

 made away. Kirkham jumped off his mule and 

 rushed after the bird, sword and all, to finish it off 

 or catch it ; but these birds run like hares, and the 

 game was soon lost in the thick bushes. 



