HAD] ANO 



That was our last and perhaps most 

 satisfactory shot of what had been in 

 the end a very satisfactory day. 



Darkness had set in before we 

 reached the trees where lay our 

 camp. As this was still some five 

 miles from the farm, and my pony 

 was feeling one of his legs after the 

 marching from Bizerta, I gave way 

 to the suggestion of Hadj Ano, and 

 made up my mind to spend the night 

 in camp. 



A note to this effect was despatched 

 by one of his men to quiet the 

 anxiety of my French friends at the 

 farm, and I sat down with a clear 

 conscience and an appreciative appe- 

 tite to the repast prepared by the 

 Hadji's cook-boy. Hadj Ano had 

 meanwhile changed his shooting 



