A sporting trip through Abyssinia : a narrative of a nine months' journey from the plains of the Hawash to the snows of Simien, with a description of the game, from elephant to ibex, and notes on the manners and customs of the natives . nce I left Adis Ababa. Under the skin ofthe chest we found a number of little white sacs, theeggs of some fly or other, looking like little bits of coarsecotton. Having crossed the Gusar stream by a bridge, andforded two other rivers (over which there were only foot-bridges), we camped close to the village of Wun. HereI doctored several people for itch, a disea
A sporting trip through Abyssinia : a narrative of a nine months' journey from the plains of the Hawash to the snows of Simien, with a description of the game, from elephant to ibex, and notes on the manners and customs of the natives . nce I left Adis Ababa. Under the skin ofthe chest we found a number of little white sacs, theeggs of some fly or other, looking like little bits of coarsecotton. Having crossed the Gusar stream by a bridge, andforded two other rivers (over which there were only foot-bridges), we camped close to the village of Wun. HereI doctored several people for itch, a disease which seemsvery prevalent in this country: whole villages sufferfrom it, and apparently the natives know of no efficientcure. In the evening, a tremendous quantity of provisionsand drink arrived. These had been sent by Ras Wurgay,who, I heard, was camped close to me, but did not wishto see me till he could receive me in state at bread, which formed part of the present, was packed NO INFORMATION ABOUT GAME in neat little litters made of bamboos and leaves. Fromthe men who brought in the food I tried to get someinformation about shikar, but was met with the replythat they could tell me nothing until I had seen GojAM Jewellery and Razor. CHAPTER XXI A load goes to the bottom of a stream—A large escort—Ceremonial re-ception by the Governor of Damot—He asks about London andEngland—My men have a great feast—A token of honour—TheRas questions me about the Queen and the Royal family—TheSoudan and Fashoda—The Dervishes and the French—Our churchand clergy—The Ras and his new church—I bid him farewell—Afine mountain view—A handsome old man—-The Abyssinian plough. Next morning, our start was a good deal delayed bythe number of people who turned up to be doctored,several having patches of white skin which seemed todistress them very much, though I could not learn thatthey caused any pain. A narrow but deep stream thatwe had to cross gave a l
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