CHAPTER XIX 
IN THE GOLIS 
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache 
patiently 
Much Ado About Nothing 
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first 
Henry VIII 
The next matter of interest lay in the return of the 
camel-men. They came into camp unexpectedly, and 
Ralph, who was lunching with us, called out to me 
in my tent that a civilised-looking “ oont-wallah ” 
(camel-man) wanted to speak to me. There indeed 
stood one of the men who had gone off to Berbera by 
the shortest possible route for supplies. He was to 
have met us farther on, but we had delayed our 
departure so much longer than had been planned ; 
we were not, of course, to be found at the arranged 
rendezvous. So, very sensibly, the small caravan 
came on to find us. The man gave me particulars of 
his stewardship, and handed me a bundle of letters, 
and some ancient Daily Wails and other newspapers. 
The whole lot seemed out of place. Letters and 
papers are for those who live in the humming world of 
men. We considered ourselves dead and buried to it. 
We wished we had been in very truth after opening 
some of the communications. “ Another little bill,” 
Cecily said, handing me a quarter-yard long sheet. 
