TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 187 
In rifles, as in forks, and in many other things, 
Chacun a son gout. 
Not even marksmanship can make a good sports- 
man, if there is any temper or jealousy or smallness 
about one. A good sportsman is as happy on the 
chance as on the certainty, and is not to be numbered 
as of the elect because he has slaughtered so many 
head. It is not the quantity but the quality that 
counts. Any one, short of an absolute lunatic, can 
hit a large mark, say a buck, but not all men can hit 
it in a vital place. Wounded animals, left in the 
jungle, are one of the most awful evidences of un- 
skilled shots, bad judgment, flurry, and a hundred 
other proofs of things not learned or discovered for 
oneself. Of course, often it is that the chances are 
entirely against one, and the quarry escapes ; but the 
careful, thoughtful, business-like shikari does not take 
on foolish impossibilities. He knows that word without 
the “ im,” and the result is unerring success. Cecily 
and I never went in for anything but legitimate rivalry, 
and unlike the majority of women who go in for games 
of chance together never had the slightest desire to 
pull each other’s hair out, or indulge in sarcastic 
badinage disguised as humour. 
Wandering about the Mijertain we came on one or 
two wealthy tribes. Their wealth consists of camels, 
and so many in a batch I had never before seen. 
When grazing in their hundreds like this each mob of 
camels is led by one of the most domineering charac- 
ter, who wears a bell, just as the leader of cattle does 
