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many little comforts, that passed unnoticed before, go 

 with them. We had our spirit lamp, and had econo- 

 mised with it all along, only using it on hopeless 

 occasions like the present. Cecily again fled to her 

 warm whisky and water cure, and I drank ammoniated 

 quinine until my brain reeled. My tent, after a night 

 of deluge which more resembles the bursting of a 

 reservoir than anything else I can think of, collapsed 

 altogether, and was a perfect wreck. Since mine own 

 doors refused to entertain me I migrated to Cecily's, 

 after digging out my belongings from the debris, and, 

 packed like sardines, we had to go on until I got my 

 flattened home set to rights, which I did after a lot 

 of trouble. 



Two black-backed jackals came close around the 

 tents several times during the torrential rains. I think 

 they winded the rhino, who was by now exceedingly 

 " nifify." About six one evening, when the rain ceased 

 for a short five minutes, I had a shot at one venture- 

 some jackal and caught him in the shoulder. I had 

 to rush after him and follow quite a long way before I 

 got within range again, when I finished the job with a 

 long shot. Clarence and one of the hunters brought 

 his skin and head to camp. I admire the black-backed 

 jackal, next to the koodoo, more than any other trophy 

 to be found in Somaliland. It is quite unique in 

 colouring. A veritable admixture of the beaux arts 

 and the bizarre. 



A fine day again, and with everything steaming like 

 boiling water we trekked on. Two or three of the camels 

 were suffering terribly from sore backs, and had to be 



