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huntsmen. I question whether they have ever 
caught a gazelle or any full-grown animal in their 
lives ; they are a stupid set, and their dogs worse 
still in field-sport, though always living in the 
desert. There are huntsmen amongst the Haghars. 
The Kailouees prefer running down men, or rather 
women. All they think of is riding or straying 
from place to place after the women — this is their 
sport. 
This may be called a country of dry wadys. 
The name is appropriate all the year round, ex- 
cept on the few days when the floods are seen 
pouring down these seeming beds of rivers. Here- 
abouts are the largest tholukh and other trees 
found in Aheer. Those that grow on high ground 
are small, but from their trunks are picked off, 
by the slaves, pieces of gum. To-day, however, I 
could not succeed in getting a piece. What was 
found was carried to En-Noor. I shall soon 
get a taste of it. We continue with our same 
number of camels ; no other detachments of the 
large salt- caravan have yet joined us. En-Noor 
is still very active, riding before and behind, 
seeing that all is right. He is followed by his 
shadow. He wears his yellow burnouse. I have 
heard of no town on this side of Baghzem. 
An immense quantity of stone is scattered over 
the route hereabouts. Overweg believes it to be 
basalt, or a species of volcanic stone of similar 
character. 
