UP THE G ERATO PASS 
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we were all obliged to dismount and sit under a very leaf- 
less tree to await sunset. I was tired out when, at 10 p.m., 
I turned in for the night at Hawala Tomalo. 
Stanford was ill with the heat, so we made a short march 
next day to Deragodely. I shot a small bustard for the 
pot, and the ground here was covered with locusts. After 
going over a rocky desert, where I shot three dik-dik, we 
pitched at a place called Harmass for the night, all feeling 
very ill and knocked up with the heat. Noon next day 
saw us at Leferuke, and we pitched for the night at Deria 
Herag, surrounded by mountains. The heat during the 
day was overpowering, but after my nose had bled profusely 
I felt it less. 
Next morning we marched past Mandara, to the foot of 
the Girato Pass, and pitched for the mid-day rest under 
some fine trees by a ‘ tug.’ Here the bird life was 
extremely interesting. At 2 p.m. the camels were led up 
the pass, and at 2.30 we followed. The path led in zigzag 
fashion up the steep rocky side of the mountain. From 
the top there was a magnificent view of the Gulis range of 
mountains, with Gan Libah (the Lion’s Hand) in the distance. 
