SFOR T IN ABYSSINIA. 1 7 3 



CHAPTER X. 



OUR DAILY ROUTINE — BAKING A JERKED KOODOO — LOSS OF AN 

 ELEPHANT— A SEPARATION — MY ILLNESS INCREASES — STARVATION 

 — A GOD-SEND — SAD PLIGHT— FRESH SUPPLIES — A HARD MARCH — 

 NARROW ESCAPE — AN EXCITING HUNT — PRIMITIVE BUTCHERY — A 

 CURIOUS SHOT — CARAVAN — EXCHANGE OF CIVILITIES — " CHURCH " 

 — CHANGEOFAIR — ACCIDENT TO THE KITCHEN — STRANGE VISITORS 

 — A THUNDERSTORM. 



Feb. 21. — I have nothing of great importance to 

 tell about this day. I lost my pencil, that I used 

 to write my diary with, and I was obliged to use 

 as a substitute the sad remains of the only quill 

 pen left me, and which I managed to render ser- 

 viceable by tying it on to a bit of stick. As I 

 have so little to say, I will give you a sketch of our 

 day in camp. It begins mostly at sunrise. The 

 first thing that happens is that the donkeys and 

 mules are untethered and led out to grass. Our 

 water-barrel is taken down to the stream or pool 

 which we are camped by, to be filled ; it takes about 

 three men to carry it up again full. When the water 

 is brought up the kettles are put on to boil, and 



