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 . men eathered round me, full of talk, and brin^inor various AN EXCITED SHUM 379 presents : I went through the usual routine, giving theman egg-cupful of rum each, showing them my rifles,etc. It kept fine till four oclock, and we were able tosun all the loads, and get the raw skins partly thus occupied, we were provided with muchamusement by an old Shum
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 . men eathered round me, full of talk, and brin^inor various AN EXCITED SHUM 379 presents : I went through the usual routine, giving theman egg-cupful of rum each, showing them my rifles,etc. It kept fine till four oclock, and we were able tosun all the loads, and get the raw skins partly thus occupied, we were provided with muchamusement by an old Shum, who worked himself upinto a frantic state of excitement over the refusal ofsome villagers to obey his orders to bake bread for thestranger. The rum, added to tej, had gone to his head,and, as he waved about an ancient rifle, while beatinghis breast with his other hand, tearing his hair andshowering curses on the heads of his rebellious subjects,he looked as mad a figure as one could wish to see. Ishould dearly like to have secured a photo of him in histantrums, but feared that it might turn his wrath in mydirection. At last they quieted him down and, acting onmy advice, took him to bed, which was clearly the bestplace for Male and Female Ibex-Skulls. chaptp:r XXXIII A local chief—A somewhat cool request—We cross the Takazze—Ourguide deserts us—Lose our way—A Tigre chief and his village—TheKhalifas letter-bearer—A buried church and its legend—A fever-haunted, lonely valley—Ruined villages. For three hours next day we continued our march downthe valley, the vegetation, strange to say, gradually get-ting more and more scanty, and the hill-sides looking bareand parched. We passed many villages, with cultivatedterraces rising high above them, but saw even moredeserted sites, the result, we were told, of so many ofthe inhabitants being killed in the war with the was pitched at Attover, a little plateau by a side-valley, which, I learnt, was the
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