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many little comforts, that passed unnoticed before, go 
with them. We had our spirit lamp, and had econo- 
mised with it all along, only using it on hopeless 
occasions like the present. Cecily again fled to her 
warm whisky and water cure, and I drank ammoniated 
quinine until my brain reeled. My tent, after a night 
of deluge which more resembles the bursting of a 
reservoir than anything else I can think of, collapsed 
altogether, and was a perfect wreck. Since mine own 
doors refused to entertain me I migrated to Cecily’s, 
after digging out my belongings from the debris , and, 
packed like sardines, we had to go on until I got my 
flattened home set to rights, which I did after a lot 
of trouble. 
Two black-backed jackals came close around the 
tents several times during the torrential rains. I think 
they winded the rhino, who was by now exceedingly 
“ niffy.” About six one evening, when the rain ceased 
for a short five minutes, I had a shot at one venture- 
some jackal and caught him in the shoulder. I had 
to rush after him and follow quite a long way before I 
got within range again, when I finished the job with a 
long shot. Clarence and one of the hunters brought 
his skin and head to camp. I admire the black-backed 
jackal, next to the koodoo, more than any other trophy 
to be found in Somaliland. It is quite unique in 
colouring. A veritable admixture of the beaux arts 
and the bizarre. 
A fine day again, and with everything steaming like 
boiling water we trekked on. Two or three of the camels 
were suffering terribly from sore backs, and had to be 
