TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 169 
combustibles, and take care to lose all the match- 
boxes ? But I — superior I — in Somaliland might 
strike, and strike, and strike. 
Having once returned to Nature, one has eaten of 
the tree of life and knowledge, and can never again 
be content with what we call “ civilisation.” For- 
tunately Nature can be discovered everywhere quite 
close at hand if we hunt very carefully, but unless God 
is very particularly kind with His storms and clouds, 
imagination has often to do so much. Then, as if to 
remind me of my own smallness and impotence and 
limitations, came that earthquake roar again. 
In the morning breakfast was served by one of the 
hunters who told us that Clarence — good man — was 
out betimes spooring for the lion of the night, and we 
hurried our meal that we might not lose any time in 
getting started out ourselves. The butler did not 
appear, and I did not ask for him, because I judged he 
was trying to recover his lost temper and sense of 
dignity. Breakfast over, Clarence rode into camp, 
and we heard raised voices and much discussion. 
We went on cleaning rifles. Presently a very per- 
turbed Clarence hurried to us, and told us that the 
butler had taken notice, yet without it had annexed 
one of our best camels, its driver, a supply of food, 
and levanted ! Heaven only knows where ! How 
did he propose to reach safety, all unarmed as he was 
too. But — was he unarmed ? As the thought struck 
us both instantaneously, we rushed — Cecily and I — 
pell-mell to our armoury, and delved into it. In an 
agony of fury we realised that our ci-devant butler 
