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find him or a blood track anywhere, and were at length 
obliged to give it up. The zebra (three of them) watched 
our approach from the very centre of an open plain, but I 
could not get near enough to make sure of killing and not 
merely wounding, so I did not shoot at them. One stallion 
left the others, and went off into the bushes. I pursued 
him for a long way, seeing him every now and then, but 
he finally dodged me on stony ground. 
Next day we encamped in my guide’s village — a place 
called Affira. I wanted to buy a pair of elephant tusks he 
had here, but he would not sell them, as he feared the 
Abyssinians, who considered that any ivory killed in 
Somaliland belonged to them. Here I saw incredible herds 
of camels. In the evening we reached the river Sucut, and 
found a little water. We watched for zebra at night by 
some wells, but none came to drink, and the mosquitoes 
finally drove me away. I paid off my guide, Nora Tele- 
grapho Korfdrop, and gave him a- present. He was a most 
amusing old man, quiet, and a good tracker — a totally 
