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by sight, and which have been on terms of friendship 
with their slaughterers. The Ogaden country, in parts, 
like the curate’s egg, still possesses potentialities not to 
be sneered at, and if one is willing to penetrate the 
interior, getting clear away from the beaten track, the 
possibilities become certainties. 
To go onwards through the Mijertain meant striking 
into, or crossing the “ Mary Ann Desert,” as Cecily 
persisted in styling the Marehan. This was a some- 
what daunting enterprise, but to put against any draw- 
backs there was the attraction and magnet of unlimited 
sport at the other side. We consulted our maps, and 
understood them sufficiently to plan a route and leave 
the rest to Providence, which useful commodity or 
personage we confidently hoped would be good enough 
to see us through. 
We told Clarence and the caravan generally in an 
off-hand manner, very confidently, that we proposed 
trekking eventually to Joh in the Haweea country, but 
I cannot say they received the news in the same spirit 
of easy confidence. Clarence was and looked taken 
aback. He murmured something about its being a 
great journey, days and days, that he had never pene- 
trated so far before. Even our shikari uncle had 
stopped at the Bun Arnwein. This rather settled 
the matter. Oh, to go one better than our relative ! 
We mapped our homeward route so that it permitted 
of a day or more on the Bun Toyo with the new grass 
all a-blowing and a-growing to tempt out buck in 
dozens, even though it all meant going over much of 
our old shooting ground. We had not yet got a “ sig,” 
