iS4 A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA chap, xvii 



I found my camp pitched close under the hills. The 

 little white tents of the men, with the fires burning 

 brightly before them, the cooking-pots steaming, and the 

 tinkle of the bells, as the mules were driven in for the 

 night, all helped to convince one that camp life had 

 begun again in earnest. 



