150 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 



Swayne's hartebeest, among our trophies. We also 

 intended to pass through a new — to us — part of the 

 Golis, and try our luck there. 



This Ogaden country is a God-forsaken spot, and 

 the eye aches at last with the dull brown of everything. 

 Even the haze of the early morning is khaki-tinted. As 

 for ourselves, we matched the landscape. Our hands 



were sienna-coloured, and our complexions , but 



maybe the very word is out of place in connection with 

 our sun-dried faces. 



Cecily was very bent on shooting a rhino on her own, 

 saying she would not count the one that fell to my rifle 

 as anything to do with her. I offered half share in it 

 enthusiastically, for I had no desire to meet another. 

 I had killed one, to say nothing of the Baron, and was 

 more than sated. Cecily, however, would not be put 

 off with any sophistry on my part, so we had the order 

 on hand. 



At last we came on the oasis called Galadi, a very 

 remarkable place, set like a jewel in a rim of iron. We 

 could hardly believe our eyes. It was such a faceted 

 gem. No more dingy brown landscape, but a peaceful 

 sylvan scene of great trees, real turf, and a wealth of 

 green vegetation. This patch of emerald extended for 

 a mile or more and seemed like a little Heaven. I was 

 very interested in the wells we came on here and there. 

 They were of immense antiquity, very deep, cut in the 

 solid rock. We could not but be impressed with the 

 industry of the long dead hewers. Naturally in some 

 places, though the wells are deep, the work of excava- 

 tion is rendered less difficult by the nature of the 



