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of the wads being driven right through and sticking 
inside the skin beyond. This boar weighed over 
200 lbs., with tusks projecting nearly ten inches from 
the jaws. 
The country here swarmed with guinea-fowl, and was 
studded with thickets and clumps of euphorbia and of 
those spiky aloes which form a favourite food of elephants. 
There was plenty of old sign and spoor of these animals 
—evidently made during the rainy season—as well as 
aloes broken down, and lumps of the fibrous portions 
chewed and disgorged. 
A long low ridge impending our camp—the name of 
the spot was Campi M’Baruk—was strewn with human 
skulls and bones. Such objects are not an uncommon 
spectacle in Africa, yet I do not remember to have seen 
such quantities as here. It was a regular Golgotha—the 
result, perhaps, of some intertribal fray, or possibly of 
small-pox. 1 
It was at this point that we met with the Masai 
hordes already mentioned, their cattle filling the valley. 
These savages displayed no sign of friendship. While 
camp was being pitched, a band of a dozen stalwart El- 
Moran, or warriors, stark naked but for their spears and 
a coating of red clay, passed close by without deigning 
to take the slightest notice of the white man. This was 
lacking in respect for the “dominant race,” so I sent a 
messenger, bidding them come into my camp and inform 
me of the whereabouts of the game. They told me the 
nearest kongoni were a day’s march to the westward, 
—that is, towards the crater of Meningai, which was 
quite out of my course. 
It was now obvious that this whole venture was a 
mistake and a failure : our troubles, moreover, were 
intensified by Elmi going down with fever, and I had 
myself “a touch of sun’’from the midday’s heat. I 
1 Mr. Jackson tells me that, years before, a trading caravan of 
Swahili, under a man named M’Baruk, was surprised at this spot by 
Masai, who massacred the entire safari. 
