CHAPTER XXV 



Move my camp En route to Abyssinian border Halt at a Karia Gung- 

 dya bitten by a snake Bough and ready remedies The patient 

 recovers A deadly adder I am regarded as a curiosity An in- 

 voluntary exhibition Bad water The water difficulty March 

 resumed Shoot a wart-hog The animal described A permanent 

 camp Good sport Native elephant hunters Their methods des- 

 cribed Quotation from Sir Samuel Baker Hamstringing elephants 

 A renowned Arab hunter Advancing on his quarry The bay 

 mare Face to face A tense moment The hunter hunted Clever 

 manoeuvring The blow delivered A handful of dust The second 

 blow Bleeding to death A herd of giraffe The Somali species 

 different from South African I secure a fine old bull The hunt 

 described Another bull shot The wild ass Secure two as specimens 

 A woman and child abandoned by Somalis I act the good Samaritan 

 Death of the mother The infant on my hands How to rear it ? 

 The problem solved Condensed milk and sago Wonderful results 

 The pet of the camp Infant physical culture The Somali method 

 My leave draws to a close Forced marches to the coast Mal- 

 odorous trophies Back to Bombay I meet Sir Samuel Baker 

 Interesting conversation An enthusiastic sportsman. 



THE horrible tragedy just related cast such a gloom over 

 my men that I determined to move my camp next morning 

 to a well on the border of Abyssinia. Marching the whole 

 day along the old caravan route we arrived at a Karia 

 the name of which I forget and halted for the night. 



While the men were cutting down trees, etc., to form the 

 usual zareba, I strolled out with my gun, accompanied 

 by my Bhil orderly, Gungdya, to shoot some guinea-fowl 

 for the pot, a number of these birds being in the vicinity 

 of the camp. 



We were strolling along leisurely, when Gungdya 

 suddenly gave a scream, and said he had been bitten by a 

 snake. Looking on the ground I saw the snake which 

 was about a foot long gliding away into some bushes, 

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