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always out of range. Time was of such value here 
we could not make a really big attempt to secure a 
specimen of picked hartebeest. But I managed after 
a wearying effort, in which I was frustrated time and 
time again by alert bands of aoul, who constantly gave 
the alarm, to bag a smallish sig, a female, and they 
carry much lighter heads than the male. I could not 
afford to pick and choose. It was my first hartebeest, 
and I feared the possibility of going home minus a 
specimen of the genus. However, Cecily, who did a 
rival shoot on her own, secured a male, whose horns 
topped seventeen inches, a great improvement on the 
beggarly twelve of my trophy. We took the tape 
measurements on the front curves. 
The sunsets were superb, and heralded the most 
intense cold. It became necessary to trek every hour 
we could, as every one dreaded a water famine. We 
seemed in these days not to sleep at all, but march and 
march interminably. 
One early morning we found the quaintest of lizards 
lying in the sun. It had an outspread tail that seemed 
to overbalance the horrid little thing. Clarence 
prodded it gently with a small stick, and it cried 
every time he did it, just like a baby. He told us it 
is called “ asherbody,” which translated means baby, 
and I noticed, not for the first time, that the Somali 
mind has a nice sense in the christening of things. 
We trekked right into a large Somali zareba, the 
largest camp we had yet seen, and after a visit from the 
head-man, were let in for a tomasha , or native dance, 
a different thing altogether to the dibaltig, and much 
