48 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 



returned again to the winter of our discontent and 

 Atlantic thunderstorms. It was rather unfortunate to 

 emerge from one rain to enter another. We took the 

 precaution this time to entrench ourselves so that the 

 tents were not flooded, but the poor camels must have 

 had a bad time. 



The sun reappeared at last, after a long seclusion, 

 and all our clothes, beds, and chattels had to be 

 dried. Never has old Sol had a warmer welcome. 

 All nature aired itself. 



We moved on and now found it needful to form a 

 zareba at night. Into this citadel of thorns and cut 

 bushes the camels were driven and our tents set up. 

 At intervals of a few yards fires blazed, and a steady 

 watch was kept. 



We camped in one place for two days in order 

 to fill up every water cask, and here Cecily and I, 

 going out together one morning quite early, had the 

 luck to come on a whole sounder of wart hog. I 

 shall never forget the weird and extraordinary spec- 

 tacle they presented. A big boar, rather to the 

 front, with gleaming tushes, stepping so proudly and 

 ever and again shaking his weighty head. They all 

 appeared to move with clockwork precision and to 

 move slowly, whereas, as a matter of fact, they were 

 going at a good pace. We dropped, and I took a shot 

 at the coveted prize, and missed ! The whole sounder 

 fled in panic, with tails held erect, a very comical sight. 

 We doubled after them through the bush, and bang ! 

 I had another try. They were gone, and the whole 

 jungle astir. 



