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bath, water, pails and towels in every direction and fled, all 
naked as I was, out of the zareba. 
Next morning we marched at daybreak, and for a wonder 
had nice fine weather ; that is to say, the sky was covered 
with dense black clouds, and it was quite cold. Bright sun 
all day is called very bad weather in this country. 
At 8.30 a.m. we camped, and as I was lying resting on 
rny bed I heard yells of ‘ Bundook ! bundook !’ and a sound 
of men rushing in every direction to find their rifles. 
Seizing my revolver and rushing out, I shouted : ‘ Wa 
wassidi V (What is it ?) to my headman ; he answered that 
as he saw all the men were asleep without their rifles near 
them, he thought it best to give them all a scare. 
At 3.30 we reached Sinnadogho, a lake of comparatively 
clear spring water, 100 yards square in the solid white 
rock. Its rippling surface was covered with a flock of 
upwards of 200 wild geese, several dabchicks, and a 
few duck, whilst some ‘ waders ’ stalked about its edge. 
My men were most of them expert swimmers and divers. 
They would swim under water for upwards of 50 yards, 
when a wild goose would suddenly disappear below the 
surface of the water, and up would come a man with it in 
his hand, having taken it by the leg from under the water 
and dragged it dqwn. Several were caught in this way 
and allowed to escape, until they became too wily, and flew 
when on the point of being grabbed. We found the tracks 
and dung of elephants about three days old round the 
edges of the lake. 
A Doolbahanta man came up with his wife and said 
‘ Salaam ’ on our arrival. His wife was the prettiest — in fact, 
I may say the only pretty — woman I ever saw in Somaliland. 
Tall, and with a very good figure, she had a beautiful face, 
with long aquiline nose, snow-white teeth, and lovely 
languid -looking eyes. 
On camp being pitched some 200 yards from the lake, I 
was horrified to see that the thorn-bushes had wrought 
great havoc amongst my dried skins ; some of the noses and 
