PROCEED TO DAFARRE. Ill 



Suis in the same way, or else it is impossible to con- 

 ceive how such a constant flow of wit could have 

 kept the whole Kafilah, for hours together, awake 

 with the laughter and noise. 



April 3. — We were up at sunrise and away, 

 ascending a low but steep eminence, along the 

 ridge of which we travelled till half-past nine. 

 On our road, we had a good view of the Goobat ul 

 Khhrab, " The bad haven," reposing in a dead calm, 

 among the almost encircling hills of dark coloured 

 volcanic rock which surround it. The road lay 

 upon one long extended sheet of lava reaching on 

 one side to the gulf, where it suddenly terminated, 

 and on the other, to where a narrow, but deeply 

 water-cut ravine, had occasioned a sudden solution 

 of its continuity in that direction. Here was our 

 halting-place for the day, called Dafarre, and on our 

 arrival I descended into the ravine, which was 

 in front of our encampment, in company with 

 Garahmee and Moosa. These men, with great 

 apparent attention, were anxious to find for me a 

 cool retreat from the hot burning sun, and in a cave 

 that smelt strongly of wild beasts I soon had my 

 mat spread, my boots taken off, and all things 

 prepared for a sleep, which Garahmee was very 

 anxious I should indulge in after my long walk, for 

 proud in the feeling of strength returned, which 

 enabled me to keep up, untired, with the best 

 walkers of the party, I still looked with con- 

 tempt upon my mule. The only evil of my retreat 



