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was a little water in a trench on one side, evidently left by a 

 recent heavy shower, but some 1,000 paces further on the 

 channel was quite dry again. 



We camped beneath the shade of a group of acacias on the 

 left bank at a height of about 1,450 feet above sea-level. There 

 were probably villages in the neighbourhood, but we could not 

 see them. Soon after we had pitched our tents, however, the 

 camp was filled with 

 Turkana of every age, 

 and these people being 

 the very noisiest we 

 ever met with, the wood 

 soon echoed with their 

 shouts, whilst the way 

 in which a dozen war- 

 riors advanced to greet 

 us resembled the charge 

 of an enemy rather 

 than the peaceful wel- 

 come we knew it to be 

 meant for. With up- 

 lifted spears and shields 

 and ape-like gestures they sprang towards us, hiding behind 

 every bit of cover they came to, to dash out again the next 

 minute. If a baboon had been carried off by a leopard or other 

 wild beast, his comrades might have come to his rescue some- 

 thing in this style. After these preliminary contortions, however, 

 the warriors squatted quietly down and waited for a present. 



Soon afterwards an old man came into camp who told us 

 he was the Lygonani. A Burkeneji woman, who had joined us 

 here, told us that the Turkana have an upper and under Leibon 

 and three Lygonani. The highest of the three last has charge 

 of the camels, the second of the cattle, and the third, the one 



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