48 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
returned again to the winter of our discontent and 
Atlantic thunderstorms. It was rather unfortunate to 
emerge from one rain to enter another. We took the 
precaution this time to entrench ourselves so that the 
tents were not flooded, but the poor camels must 
have had a bad time. 
The sun reappeared at last, after a long seclusion, 
and all our clothes, beds, and chattels had to be 
dried. Never has old Sol had a warmer welcome. 
All nature aired itself. 
We moved on and now found it needful to form a 
zareba at night. Into this citadel of thorns and cut 
bushes the camels were driven and our tents set up. 
At intervals of a few yards fires blazed, and a steady 
watch was kept. 
We camped in one place for two days in order 
to fill up every water cask, and here Cecily and I, 
going out together one morning quite early, had the 
luck to come on a whole sounder of wart hog. I 
shall never forget the weird and extraordinary spec- 
tacle they presented. A big boar, rather to the 
front, with gleaming tushes, stepping so proudly and 
ever and again shaking his weighty head. They all j 
appeared to move with clockwork precision and to 
move slowly, whereas, as a matter of fact, they were 
going at a good pace. We dropped, and I took a shot 
at the coveted prize, and missed ! The whole sounder 
fled in panic, with tails held erect, a very comical 
sight. We doubled after them through the bush, 
and bang ! I had another try. They were gone, and 
the whole jungle astir. 
