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 . a lot of everybody joined in a sort of irregular rifle-match,the old gentleman and several of his followers havinga try, but making shocking bad practice. After tiffinI bade adieu to Captain Harrington, my host for overa month, without whose advice and active assistance thejourney would have been impossible and I should havebeen stranded penniless
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 . a lot of everybody joined in a sort of irregular rifle-match,the old gentleman and several of his followers havinga try, but making shocking bad practice. After tiffinI bade adieu to Captain Harrington, my host for overa month, without whose advice and active assistance thejourney would have been impossible and I should havebeen stranded penniless in the heart of Abyssinia. ToMr. Baird, who threw as much energy into learningHindustani and translating the Ethiopian book of lawsfrom Italian into English, as he did into big-gameshooting or polo, it was also hard to say good-bye, andindeed every member of the Agency had done all theycould to make my stay among them pleasant, and tohelp me in my plans. To Mr. Beru, the Wakeman, Mr. McKelvie, and Bradley, I wish torecord my thanks for the many acts of kindness eachrendered me in his own department. The last word START NORTH 183 said, and my home letters handed over, I set out at 3 my long journey Abyssinian Weapons. Passing the Italian Embassy, I struck out for thehills to the west of Entotto. Two hours ride took meto the top of the ridge, from which I got my last glimpseof the British Agency. A short distance down the otherside brought me to the little stream called Salultar, alongthe bank of which I shot a goose and put up severalduck. At a quarter to six, round a bend of the stream, 184 A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA chap, xvii I found my camp pitched close under the hills. Thelittle white tents of the men, with the fires burningbrightly before them, the cooking-pots steaming, and thetinkle of the bells, as the mules were driven in for thenight, all helped to convince one that camp life hadbegun again in earnest. CHAPTER XVIII A curious ru
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