230 LAST SCENE WITH LOHITU. 



hurried with his friends, who, if they were as 

 brave as himself, would, with the others of his 

 Kafilah to aid them, I had no doubt, prove more 

 than a match for even the daring Lohitu and his 

 numerous tribe. 



Having mounted my mule, I rode up to Lohitu, 

 and taking out my only remaining spoon, which I 

 knew he coveted, I gave it to him, with two dollars 

 I had ready for the purpose. As I presented them 

 I pointed to Mahomed Allee, mentioning his name, 

 and putting my hand to my breast, said, in the 

 Dankalli language, " Occo," (friend). Lohitu, 

 with the quick perception characteristic of the 

 whole nation, comprehended me at once, and 

 receiving my present, put his hand to his breast 

 in the same manner he had seen me do, and 

 repeated the same word, " Occo," in a tone of 

 sincerity that at once removed my fears for 

 Mahomed Allee. The pleasure I felt in conse- 

 quence, at having thus frustrated the infamous 

 design of my Tajourah friends, who stood scowling 

 by, enabled me to return with interest their looks 

 of disdain, as I rode alone for above an hour after- 

 wards, before any of them chose to come up and 

 speak to me. At last Ebin Izaak trotted his mule 

 up to my side, and after riding a little time in 

 silence, produced from beneath his shield, which 

 hung as usual over the left knee from the bow of his 

 saddle, the three bones of a leg of a sheep, united 

 by the ligaments of the joint, and with scarcely 



