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the contrary, by my bawling out, in reply, their 

 respective names, with an affectionate inquiry after 

 their health. One good thing was, that among 

 them Mahomed seemed to be a part of every 

 master's name, for if it were not Ohmed Mahomed 

 it was almost sure to be Mahomed Ohmed, whilst 

 the slaves all answered either to Allee or Zaido, 

 so there was not much chance of being wrong. 

 They were also a good-humoured set, for they were 

 sure to laugh if I hit upon the right name, and 

 a great deal more so, if I were wrong; but as 

 remembering a man is as little attention as we 

 possibly can pay to any one who acts courteously 

 to us, I took care to natter them when I could, 

 by saluting my companions by their proper names. 



We halted at a place called Bundurah, the 

 elevated apex of a large triangular plain, the base 

 of which to the south was formed by the Obhurah 

 range of hills, inhabited by the Alia Galla. Bun- 

 durah appeared to have been the central point of 

 some extensive elevatory movement of the surface 

 of the earth in this situation, as several long low 

 ridges of lava radiated from it, especially to the 

 north. To the west were also a great number of 

 small volcanic cones, some of which looked like 

 craters, but too distant for me to examine them. 

 The plain was bare of trees, but abounded in grass 

 and a plant of the mint species, like bergamot, 

 which diffused a very fragrant odour. 



We found here several Bedouins of the Wahama 



