TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 187 



In rifles, as in forks, and in many other things, 

 Chacun d son gout. 



Not even marksmanship can make a good sports- 

 man, if there is any temper or jealousy or smallness 

 about one. A good sportsman is as happy on the 

 chance as on the certainty, and is not to be numbered 

 as of the elect because he has slaughtered so many 

 head. It is not the quantity but the quality that 

 counts. Any one, short of an absolute lunatic, can 

 hit a large mark, say a buck, but not all men can hit 

 it in a vital place. Wounded animals, left in the 

 jungle, are one of the most awful evidences of un- 

 skilled shots, bad judgment, flurry, and an hundred 

 other proofs of things not learned or discovered for 

 oneself. Of course, often it is that the chances are 

 entirely against one, and the quarry escapes ; but the 

 careful, thoughtful, business-like shikari does not take 

 on foolish impossibilities. He knows that word without 

 the "im," and the result is unerring success. Cecily 

 and I never went in for anything but legitimate rivalry, 

 and unlike the majority of women who go in for games 

 of chance together never had the slightest desire to 

 pull each other's hair out, or indulge in sarcastic badin- 

 age disguised as humour. 



Wandering about the Mijertain we came on one or 

 two wealthy tribes. Their wealth consists of camels, 

 and so many in a batch I had never before seen. 

 When grazing in their hundreds like this each mob of 

 camels is led by one of the most domineering charac- 

 ter, who wears a bell, just as the leader of cattle does 



