TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND in 



because the kindest course was to put the beast out of 

 pain. His horns were the horns of a mighty fighter, 

 and his shield bore the cuts and indents of many 

 battles. But his day was over, and his harem passed 

 to a new lord. 



The ground was all ploughed up with the scuffle. 



The head of the dead oryx was poor. It looked old, 

 and was moreover the worse for strenuous living, 

 being in parts hairless. As I now had better heads, I 

 took his shield merely, as a souvenir of the great fight. 

 It is now a little tea-tray from which I peacefully 

 drink tea. 



We struck camp next day, and trekked along the 

 borders of the Ogaden country. That night we had a 

 camel looted. A camel seems a bit of an undertaking 

 to run off with, as more often than not he won't move 

 when you want him to. I suspect there was some 

 collusion on the part of the camel-man in charge, but 

 I never could bring it home to one of them. 



Our clothes were now in a shocking state of repair, 

 or disrepair. What with wait-a-bit thorns, drenching 

 rain, torrid sun, wriggling on the ground, kneeling and 

 grovelling about, we were the most awful scarecrows 

 you ever saw. But we were intensely happy. That is 

 the wonder of the wild. One forgets clothes — and 

 that is much for a woman to say — newspapers and 

 letters. What was going on in the world we knew 

 not, nor did we care. I cannot conceive the heart of 

 man desiring more than was ours just then. The 

 glories of the jungle were all for us ; every dawn 

 brought something new, and everywhere we could 



