66 SPORT IN ABYSSINIA. 



the day — meaning the dollars. " All right," said I ; 

 " let us have something to eat — then we must start 

 and make a night march of it." Fisk then came in 

 and we made some soup. 



There was nobody to carry the few things that 

 remained here, so we determined to use our mules as 

 pack animals and walk ; and a nice walk it was, too. 

 Fisk's white mule, bought at Massowah, declined to 

 keep the baggage on her back, and twice kicked all 

 the things off, scattering them right and left. Among 

 them was the spirit case and medicine chest ; thank 

 goodness, neither were broken. I had them made 

 after my own fashion, so this was a severe test for 

 them. The white mule had to be ridden after all, 

 and poor K. had to give up his riding-mule to carry 

 the things. We started an hour and a half after sun- 

 set,* and walked well right into Chickut, where we 

 arrived about eight P.M. The whole village was in a 

 deep sleep, and wc were only greeted by a few barking 

 dogs. 



The road from Sellaadarou to Chickut is very 

 rugged, and is a steep descent, but it was a lovely 

 moonlig-ht night, and what we could see of the view 

 was glorious. Euphorbia, and the wild olive, formed 

 a great feature in the magnificent scenery. Poor K. 

 stuck to the walking well, but he had on a thin pair 



* Sunset is at six P.M. 



