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An African Shooting Trip 



tervals on the sides of the wells, incessantly 

 chanting, they pass the water up, in hol- 

 lowed out sections of trees, to the troughs. 

 The troughs are all day long surrounded by 

 crowds of thirsty camels, sheep and goats, 

 which may be seen breaking into a run as 

 they reach the crest of the bluff overlooking 

 the wells, and begin to hear the splash of the 

 cool water near at hand. 



A day's march from these wells, while sepa- 

 rated from A. D. S., I came unexpectedly one 

 night on a small village, to find that an Abyssi- 

 nian, armed with a Remington rifle had, single- 

 handed, compelled the villagers to pay him 

 a tribute of sheep and goats. The natives 

 unarmed as they were, could not resist, espe- 

 cially as other Abyssinians were in the neigh- 

 borhood. As soon as we had located oui 

 camp, this robber came in a very humble way, 

 kissed my hand, and tried to make matters 

 smooth by offering presents of sheep, which 

 he had just stolen. He was told that unless 

 he had disappeared early next day he would 

 be taken to the coast, and, although he was 

 not about in the morning, he undoubtedly 

 returned shortly after we left. These people 

 suffer yearly from Abyssinian raids, and, be- 



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