BRINGS ME FOWL. 



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Upon inquiry, I was told that the people of Owssa 

 keep and eat fowls, but that the Bedouins did not. 

 At Herhowlee I had given this same woman a 

 handful of tobacco, and a coloured handkerchief 

 for her child, and either out of gratitude, or with 

 the hope of receiving a corresponding reward for 

 the trouble taken in procuring this delicacy, as it 

 was thought to be, she had actually gone all the 

 way to Owssa, and back to where we now were, to 

 get it for me. The name of Moosa's wife was 

 Claudia, and I noticed this the more, because I had 

 before considered the name of Lohitu's sister Mira, 

 and of my Wahama friend Ina, as being very 

 classical, and reminding me of female names 

 common at the present day in Spain and Portugal. 

 Expecting, from the number of Bedouins who 

 visited us, that some more demonstrations of 

 violence would be made, I prepared some cartridges. 

 Rolling up a ball with a quantity of powder in 

 some paper, I tied it in the centre and at the two 

 extremities, turning out a very serviceable looking 

 article. Eight of these I fastened together, and 

 stowed away in my cartouche-bag, so that when 

 need was, I could load my guns with greater 

 despatch and certainty. In cases of anticipated 

 peril, the most courageous men will be found to be 

 those, who have prepared themselves properly, for 

 the exigences that are likely to occur. I always 

 felt agitated myself if I were not duly prepared 

 for accidents, and thus learnt by degrees that real 



