152 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
and it did not surprise me in the least when one of the 
camels shortly afterwards, without a word of warning, 
sat down, and promptly died. Clarence said it died 
because its time to die had come, but I averred, and 
held to it, that even a camel cannot always swallow 
drainage with impunity, even if it can philosophically. 
Such big words baffled the shikari, and I left him 
pondering. 
We were camped in a beautiful glade, the armo 
creeper, bright green, with large leaves, grew festooned 
on lofty guda trees, and the fairy web of the Hangeyu 
spider hung in golden threads from leaf to leaf. The 
camels were rejoicing in splendid grazing, and would 
be all the better for the change. It is always very 
rough on camels, I think, having to provide for them- 
selves, after bringing them in so late at night, after a 
march, as one is so often compelled to do. If reason- 
able care is not taken of them they will cave in, and 
there’s the end. Grazing through the hot hours, as is 
the inevitable custom, does not permit of enough food 
being taken in, especially when the grass is more often 
than not conspicuous merely by its absence. They fed 
now in charge of the camel-men, wandering whither- 
soever, in reason, they listed. On trek camels are tied 
together in good going. In bad I always ordered 
them to go separately, because I observed how cruelly 
jerked the tail often was. 
Here we had an apiary of wild bees. They are 
expected to live on flowers in Somaliland as elsewhere, 
I presume, but the flowers were not. And the insects, 
naturally, were a bit peckish and invaded my tent after 
