92 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 



We pickled it all right, or what seemed like all right to 

 us, rubbing it daily with handfuls of salt as we had seen 

 ham cured at home. And then one day, when a meal 

 was badly wanted, and the larder was empty of all else, 

 we essayed to cut the treasured ham and fry it in slices. 

 Cecily inserted a knife. The resultant odour was 

 appalling. So were the awful little maggots that rose 

 in hundreds. Clearly we didn't know how to pickle 

 ham, or else the ham of wart-hog would not take salt 

 as our pig at home does. We could see the line to 

 where the pickle had penetrated. Below chaos ! Rue- 

 fully we had a funeral of our looked-for supper, and 

 fell back on the never-failing " Elizabeth Lazenby." 



