SrOU T IN ABYSSINIA. 1 9 1 



morning I sent out one of my servants to look for it. 

 He came back and said he had found it ; and so, in 

 the evening, just before sunset, I started for my new 

 camp. The servants were very annoying and they 

 would do nothing they were told. I fired mucli of the 

 dry grass of the plain, in hopes of burning the rest of it 

 bare in order that I might see more game, and I had a 

 long shot at a " tora," or hartebeest, on my way across. 

 When we got rather near the water where I was to 

 camp we happened to lose our way, and we were 

 wandering about for some time. Ali the cook pos- 

 sessed a mule, on which the tin-pots and kettle were 

 strapped ; the animal got frightened at the rattling of 

 the things on its back, and galloped away kicking and 

 plunging, sending the utensils flying in different direc- 

 tions, including my two plates and a large boiling-pot 

 that I used to make soup in, and also All's bedding ; 

 this, I am sure, he regretted a good deal more than 

 any of my things. He had bought this wretched 

 mule for 12 dollars at Adiaboo. This trip across made 

 me very ill, as all my arrangements went wrong, and 

 I did not get comfortably to bed until rather late. 



Before I left Coom-Coom-Dema three wild-looking 

 men came into camp : they said they had come down 

 into the jungle to look for wild honey. They had a 

 small gourd filled with this stuff, for which they wanted 

 a dollar, and they were evidently very poor. They 



