292 A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA 



came to my tent with the pistol, saying he was taking it 

 at once to his father, the Ras, and would I explain it to 

 him ? I found him by no means as intelligent as his 

 brother, but eventually he managed to fire it off all 

 right. I then went over to see the wounded man, and 

 found that, although the leg had given him some pain 

 at first, he had had a better night than for some time 

 past. He gave me the names of 

 different likely places for elephant, 

 buffalo, lion, and giraffe, and an 

 order for the shikari who had accom- 

 panied him to go with me. He asked 

 for a note to Mr. Wakeman, the 

 dedjatch cubudda's doctor to the British Ao^ency, which 



Seal. . . 



I gave him, and then said good-bye. 

 I have heard since that he reached Adis Ababa 

 safely ; the wound having been kept dressed on 

 the way, was no worse than when I left him ; the 

 bullet was extracted, and he was on the fair way to 

 complete recovery. 



We marched towards a place called Sufran, situated 

 on the ridge to the north, and due north-east of the 

 village of Bichien, near which we had crossed Gurororer 

 Here a fool of a guide took us the wrong path, and con- 

 siderably out of our way. We had an hour's heavy rain 

 before we found the camp, or rather all the loads under 

 waterproof sheets, close to Azzazo. It cleared up later, 

 and I was able to get the tents pitched and the things 

 more or less dried. Learning that the governor of the 

 town of Gondar, called the Canterbi, was camped close 

 at hand, I sent and asked him to come and see me, as I 



