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deliberated whether he would kill the murderer on the spot, 
or take from him all his sheep and cattle. Finally the 
greedy man thought the last course the best, much to the 
disgust of my headman, who said to me : 
‘ I am very, very sorry. I want you mek photograph 
man-kill.’ 
My lions lapped up 2 pounds of clotted blood and ate 
a whole leg of mutton that night — a pretty good meal for 
such youngsters. Round the camp came the poor old 
women, who greedily snatched up the stomach and entrails 
of the sheep to eat at leisure. The men eat the best 
meat ; the women are never allowed anything better 
than entrails. Englishwomen who uphold women’s rights 
would be shocked to see how low women are esteemed in 
Somaliland, and how patient and quiet they are under that 
low estimation. 
There was a row at night, as usual, among my men over 
the sheep-skins. Daggers were drawn, and several nasty 
■cuts given, but by gently ‘ coaxing ’em with my hob-nailed 
boots,’ and hitting them on the head with the butt-end of 
my revolver, I eventually restored law and order. 
Next day, about noon, we sighted a herd of oryx in very 
favourable stalking-ground, but w^e got almost too close, 
and the herd galloped off in every direction. I knocked 
over a fat male with very thick horns, 31-J- inches long — . 
a good head for a male. Directly after firing, and when I 
was in the act of reloading, an oryx rushed almost into me, 
and in my haste to get ready to shoot I accidentally fired 
the rifle before I got it up to my shoulder, the triggers 
cutting my fingers severely. Luckily, the oryx swerved at 
the report, and passed within a few feet of me, going like 
a racehorse. 
After the mid-day rest we emerged out of the thin bush 
on to another large open plain, and here we found game in 
thousands, mostly ^ owl ’ and hartebeest, a few oryx running 
with the ‘ owl.’ I shot a female hartebeest for its head 
{I3j inches round the curve, circumference 7 inches, tip 
