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SOMALILAND 
‘ Beg pardon, sur, but the loiness ’as escape. Please come 
an’ cotch ’er.’ 
I was obliged to get up, run aft, look all over the place, 
and probably find her hiding under the sheep-pen, through 
the floor of which she would thrust her paw and pat the legs 
of the terrified baa-lambs above her. Out she had to be 
driven with a broom-handle, whilst I used to post myself 
outside the cover and pounce upon her as she bolted growl- 
ing savagely. They were always breaking their chains or 
slipping their collars, and I was terribly afraid I should lose 
them overboard, so at length I was obliged to coop them up 
for good in their cage. This probably caused weakness in 
their legs, which grew worse and worse after I had finally 
housed them in. a loose-box at home. It was with the 
utmost difficulty I could get them still enough to be 
