Naturally he felt rather startled at being confronted with this
unexpected discovery, and in the short space of time then available it
was impossible to grasp it all. So he rode back joyfully to tell the news
to his party at Hadai. He told Debalohp that he had decided that we
should move our camp thither, and stay as long as it was possible.
Difficulties again confronted us. Our two Kourbab sheikhs did not want to
go. Sheikh Mohammed Ali Hamid was anxious to get on to his own country,
and Sheikh Hassan Bafori quite set his face against our going at all, and
Debalohp himself had to be firmly spoken to. An extra present to him was
what finally helped us, and at length we all made a start on the
following day to my husband's new El Dorado.
We had become rather confused as to dates, and there was a difference of
two days that we could not be in unity about. Before setting out for Wadi
Gabeit we consumed for breakfast the artificial horizon that Captain
Smyth had used for taking our latitude the night before. It was very
good; it was golden syrup instead of quicksilver.
Wadi Gabeit was just a trifle better than the country we had passed
through, having finer trees in the valley beds; and here we saw the first
colony of natives since leaving Mohammed Gol, consisting only of three
huts of pastoral Kilabs, which will give an idea of how sparsely this
country is inhabited. Debalohp's huts were certainly somewhere in the
vicinity of Hadai, not more than an hour away, but for some reason known
only to himself he would not take us there, though he went there himself
every night, and when he joined us on our way to Wadi Gabeit he brought
with him another wife, having evidently had enough of the other's company
on his journey from Mohammed Gol.
Their camping arrangements were never luxurious. The Mrs. Debalohp used
to hoist a mat on a spear, to keep off the wind. Mr. Debalohp used to lie
on another mat in the open, surrounded by his weapons.
The huts we saw were made of sail-cloth, and were very neat inside. There
is a passage all round where pots and baskets are kept, and within that a
square room made of matting with a mat floor. One side of this is the
sleeping apartment, and is entirely hung round with meat-safes, dancing
hats, and camel trappings, all adorned with shells and beads. The huts
are so small that it must be difficult to lie at full length.
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