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still camped at Shell Camp, where we had left it 

 a month before. 



After getting out of the river I picked up one 

 of our own askaris, a young Wakamba rejoicing 

 in the name of Jambo, and we two lay up that 

 day not far from the camp of the night before in 

 some scrub. Till about midday the enemy were 

 poking about in the neighbourhood, and we could 

 hear them talking. That night we too cleared 

 out with the intention of working round to try 

 and get back to the column. As a matter of fact, 

 we really followed very much the same direction 

 and track that Lewis and Brown had taken (not 

 that we knew it at the time), and were always a 

 day or so behind them. The greater part of one 

 day we waited lying up in the bush close to the 

 big German road that runs direct from Kidete to 

 Morogoro, a road which the enemy were then 

 using infrequently. The wound in the hip, 

 though but a slight one, became very sore from 

 the continual walking and rubbing in the tall and 

 long grass, and I hoped we might have found a 

 rider of some sort — perhaps carrying a message — 

 on a mule or donkey, which I could have ridden, 

 and thereby obtained relief from the continual 

 irritation. As it was, the askari and myself 

 travelled mostly by night, getting green mealies, 

 then luckily in season, from the native shambas 

 (cultivation patches), and in the daytime lying 

 up and sleeping in the grass or bush. 



On the fifth evening we arrived, tired and very 



