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get out, for the water was quite cold. It was altogether 
a rarity in Somaliland. The result will seem absurd, 
I know. Those wretched khaili tobes ! The dye 
came straight out of them when wet, and on to us. 
We found ourselves converted into woaded Britons ! 
It was quite a catastrophe, if ridiculous, and bothered 
us considerably, and at night, very late, when it was 
quite dark, we went across to the other side of the lake 
and had a real good scrub with any amount of water 
to draw on. Coming back, something started up so 
close to me, I felt it brush my hand — something furry. 
A wild dog, I imagine, for we saw many next day. 
It was an absolute joy to breakfast by the cool 
rippling waters, and we could hardly bear to leave it to 
strike on to Joh, so remained all day, and then, in the 
late afternoon, regretfully said “ good-bye.” After 
a short march we came on another small lake, not a 
patch on Sinnadogho, but we liked it because it was 
wet. The country now was of the most rolling descrip- 
tion, intensely stony, with small rounded hills like 
Atlantic billows, and in between good grass and 
grazing for many camels. On the top of each rise 
there was thorn jungle, thick or sparse, and stunted- 
looking guda trees. It was a most peculiar tract, 
holding on like this for some way. We came on herds 
of camels and goats grazing, this time in charge of 
men, and no karia seemed visible for miles. We pro- 
cured some camel’s milk for the men, as it is such a 
treat to them. We ourselves, however, liked it no 
better than before. 
A Somali shepherd wished to tack on to us here, 
