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A slight ascent soon brought us to a row of hills running 

 across our route ; a lofty hill named Aliagar lay to our right, 

 and to its left, overtopping it by some 200 feet, was the hill 

 Uinmoda, which we climbed. Jebels Latjiet, Lamo, and Lalak 

 now lay behind us ; the Lobull chain ran from east to north, 

 with Jebel Aggu and Akuero standing like bastions in front. 

 To the north and south-west a long row of mountain groups 

 was visible, among which was the twin pyramid of Jebel 

 Okirri, probably more than 5000 feet high, which is perhaps 

 the same mountain as that pointed out to me from the ridge 

 of Jebel Oppone, in the Liria district, and called Jebel Ekara 

 (Bari), and which was named Jebel Chufal in Latiika ; at any 

 rate, it is identical with the mount " Asal " (" honey ") of 

 Baker's map. I made the acquaintance here of Jebels KafFai 

 and Lokalla, and saw my old friends Jebel Remo (Madi-Lokoya) 

 and the Farshile range, for which I heard for the first time the 

 general name of Jebel Areda, Jebel Arda (" mountain of the 

 termites ") probably being a corruption of this name. 



Khor Atappi, or Atabbi, was reached at noon, and forded ; it 

 rises in the Jamma mountains (which form the southern end of 

 the Lobull chain), at a long day's march from Fadibek, and at 

 the ford it flows from east to west, between gently sloping 

 banks. It is about forty feet broad, with swampy approaches, 

 but easy to cross, although there are some rocks in its bed 

 near the northern bank. The rise of the country at first 

 sufficed to conceal the mountains in front of us, and in the early 

 morning we could only just see the contours of the Lobull 

 range, which stood out sharply against the nocturnal sky. 

 We marched through the same monotonous undulating country 

 as the day before. From Jebel Cham ma, a somewhat higher 

 hill, the grass became very troublesome, and briars foretold the 

 approaching jungle, in the midst of which were the durrak- 

 fields of a little village named Dogovura, which was hidden in 

 a thicket of castor-oil bushes. Khor Ayi, which we next 

 crossed, was fringed by a fine belt of trees, but had such 

 muddy banks that we sank in above the knee ; throughout 

 the year it contains clear but rather yellowish water, and is 

 said to flow into the Bahr-el-Jebel. A short ascent through 

 woods brought us to the little station of Obbo, erected only a 



