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reached the Tana one of our camels died, and was 

 greedily eaten by our men, who considered meat in any 

 form a luxury. 



From our arrival at the Tana dates the real beginning 

 of our journey, for at this point we left behind all thought 



Our Pokomo Boatmen 



of even the partial civilization of the coast. It was with 

 more than curiosity that Lieutenant von Hohnel and I 

 gazed at the swirling, muddy stream at our feet, wonder- 

 ing whence it came, and seeking to interpret its loud 

 murmur into words of cheer and welcome to the new- 

 comers upon its banks. 



