TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
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S wayne’s hartebeest, among our trophies. We also 
intended to pass through a new— to us — part of the 
Golis, and try our luck there. 
This Ogaden country is a God-forsaken spot, and 
the eye aches at last with the dull brown of everything. 
Even the haze of the early morning is khaki-tinted. As 
for ourselves, we matched the landscape. Our hands 
were sienna-coloured, and our complexions — — , but 
maybe the very word is out of place in connection 
with our sun-dried faces. 
Cecily was very bent on shooting a rhino on her own, 
saying she would not count the one that fell to my rifle 
as anything to do with her. I offered half share in it 
enthusiastically, for I had no desire to meet another. 
I had killed one, to say nothing of the Baron, and was 
more than sated. Cecily, however, would not be put 
off with any sophistry on my part, so we had the order 
on hand. 
At last we came on the oasis called Galadi, a very 
remarkable place, set like a jewel in a rim of iron. We 
could hardly believe our eyes. It was such a faceted 
gem. No more dingy brown landscape, but a peaceful 
sylvan scene of great trees, real turf, and a wealth of 
green vegetation. This patch of emerald extended for 
a mile or more and seemed like a little Heaven. I was 
very interested in the wells we came on here and there. 
They were of immense antiquity, very deep, cut in the 
solid rock. We could not but be impressed with the 
industry of the long-dead hewers. Naturally in some 
places, though the wells are deep, the work of excava- 
tion is rendered less difficult by the nature of the 
