TWO DIANAS IN 
SOMALILAND 
CHAPTER I 
WE SET OUT FOR SOMALILAND 
This weaves itself perforce into my business 
King Lear 
It is not that I imagine the world is panting for another 
tale about a shoot. I am aware that of the making of 
sporting books there is no end. Simply — I want to 
write. And in this unassuming record of a big shoot, 
engineered and successfully carried through by two 
women, there may be something of interest ; it is 
surely worth more than a slight endeavour to engage 
the even passing interest of one person of average 
intelligence in these days of universal boredom. 
I don’t know whether the idea of our big shoot first 
emanated from my cousin or myself. I was not exactly 
a tenderfoot, neither was she. We had both been an 
expedition to the Rockies at a time when big game 
there was not so hard to find, but yet less easy to get 
at. We did not go to the Rockies with the idea of 
shooting, our sole raison d'etre being to show the 
heathen Chinee how not to cook ; but incidentally the 
charm of the chase captured us, and we exchanged the 
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