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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 besinning- 

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



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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. 



