214 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
Lions and all other game seemed about to follow the 
dodo in these parts. We were so thoroughly disgusted 
now that all our object was to push back to our old 
haunts in the Ogaden, and enjoy ourselves for the 
short time left to us in the country. I am not wilfully 
rubbing it in about this Marehan and Haweea locality, 
because I myself hate bewailing as much as any one. 
But, to let you in on the ground floor, all this part of 
the expedition was hateful, and our one desire was to 
get it over. No wonder our shikari uncle, wise in his 
generation, had never passed the Bun Amwein. We 
intended to he low about our having done so also. 
After our temper had dwindled a little we went to 
see the sick man, armed with a few medicines, and 
our vexation merged into forgetfulness, and then to 
pity. The poor fellow lay on a camel mat, his dirty 
tobe tangled about him, in acute pain, and often in 
delirium. It could not be a touch of the sun very 
well, for Somalis and the sun are well acquainted. 
Cecily suggested that dirty water of a short time ago 
as the root of the evil, but here again, had we not 
seen the men drinking quite as filthy water, and 
thriving the better for it ? We really were stuck to 
know what to do, and fled to our everlasting remedy, 
champagne. It was difficult to get any down, and the 
little we managed to dispose of made no earthly differ- 
ence to the writhing man. Cecily tried catapultic 
questions in a Somali accent that came from her 
inner consciousness. 
“ Wurrer anonesha ” (head-ache) ? 
“ Aloche anonesha ” (stomach-ache) ? 
