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We soon reached the stream of Gobard, which was 

 flowing nearly due west into the Lake Abhibhad. 

 Where we crossed over, it was not more than two 

 feet deep and thirty feet wide, and to ford it I 

 merely took off my boots, and turned my trowsers 

 up above my knees. We then marched another 

 hour, upon the beautiful green sward of this Adal 

 Eden, walking nearly all the way, under large 

 natural parasols of high mimosa-trees, some dis- 

 tance intervening between the trunks of each, 

 yet their widely-spreading tops, encroaching upon 

 each other on every side, formed one continued 

 grove. 



Our halting-place was under the farther bank 

 of the valley of the Gobard, a steep, stony, 

 water-worn ridge, called San-karl, at the distant 

 extremity of which, towards the east, a singular 

 pyramidal monument had been in view nearly 

 the whole day. I was very well content to He 

 down, by the side of Lohitu and Ohmed Medina, 

 immediately we arrived, I w T as so tired by my 

 long march of six hours, having walked at least 

 twelve miles, the latter part under a burning 

 sun. In this situation I soon fell asleep, and did 

 not wake until some time after my hut was 

 erected. Ohmed Medina, then retiring himself, 

 shook me by the shoulder, and recommended me 

 not to continue longer under the trees, beneath 

 the shade of which we had been resting ourselves. 

 He also promised to come to my hut, and have a 

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