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made one feel inclined to say, on seeing one scamper off 

 in the distance 



I never loved a dear gazelle 

 But it were sure to die. 



Slightly altered from the original. 



Jan. 9. There was heavy dew last night for the 

 first time, and the thermometer went down to 44, and it 

 consequently felt extremely cold towards morning. As 

 neither the offer of money nor of biscuits would induce 

 the natives to give us any milk, our dragoman Albert 

 adopted the next best means to obtain some by catch- 

 ing a goat and milking it, remarking that if a native 

 objected he would flog him, this being the custom of 

 the country. No objection, however, was raised by the 

 owner, who looked on with perfect indifference, and we 

 had to thank our new dairyman for a refreshing draught 

 of milk. Our vulcanite water-bottles covered with 

 flannel answer admirably, for, filled before our daily 

 departure with cold tea (made the previous night), they 

 keep it cold almost throughout the day, and this, besides 

 quenching the thirst better than water, has the 

 -additional advantage of ensuring the water being boiled, 

 a point of no small importance at the present time, for 

 though we are assured that the water taken from the 

 wells we pass is excellent, its taste and colour rather 

 suggest the reverse, and what we had for our baths to- 

 day was nearly black with mud. We are very parti- 



