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Our next march led us at once into Atchefar and 

 along a tongue of high land, running nearly due west. 

 On the way, three oribi dashetl across our path and 

 scampered down hill, stopping, one below the other, 

 some 200 yards distant. I sat down and took a 



Front View of Oribi Skulls. 



steady shot, and was a good deal surprised to see two 

 of them fall. 



In an hour we reached the edge of the Abyssinian 

 plateau. Below us was the steep, forest-clad slope of the 

 hill, succeeded by many well-wooded ridges and little 

 valleys, which, as they got lower, gradually merged into 

 one vast plain, with great stretches of bamboo, which 

 from this height looked like the greenest of grass. To 

 the west, some 25 miles oil, rose the llat to[) of Mount 



