CHAPTER XII 



END OF SOMALI 



WE were now so far south that we had an uneasy 

 feeling that we were in the forbidden Ogaden 

 country; also, as I have explained before, there 

 was little game, and it was evidently not a rhino 

 country, as we had seen no fresh tracks with 

 the exception of those made by our savage friend ; 

 also, Ijfelt it was hardly right to expose my men 

 to the danger of hunting them in the thorn bush. 

 Not, be it understood, that I wasn't in a funk for 

 my own skin, but my keenness to get one came 

 first. Accordingly, next day, we sent the caravan 

 back a short way out of the bush on to the open 

 plain. I spent the day in the thick cover, but 

 saw no sign of any other rhino. Late in the 

 evening, crossing the plain, I got a beautiful 

 aoul buck through the shoulders at 170 yards, 

 and saw my first " sig," the Somali hartebeest, 

 though it was then too dark to shoot. After 

 another day or two, slowly moving north, 

 during which we had some long but unsuccessful 



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