
 
		wife,  who  had  been  wandering  about  the  country  
 half  distracted  for  hours,  searching  for  me  in  every  
 direction,  as  my  horse  Aggahr  had  returned  to  the  
 camp  with  the  bridle  broken,  and  the  empty  saddle  
 scratched  by  the  boughs  of  trees;  she  had  naturally  
 concluded  that  some  accident  had  happened.  She  
 had immediately armed herself with the little Fletcher  
 that  had  been  left  in  camp,  being  too  small  for  
 elephants;  with  this,  and several  of the  Arabs armed  
 with  swords  and  lances,  she  had  been  hunting  
 throughout  this  wild  country  during  the  night  in  a  
 state  of  terrible  anxiety.  It  was  fortunate  that  she  
 had  fired  the  shot  to  direct  our  attention,  otherwise  
 we  might  have  passed  each  other  without  being  
 seen.  “ All’s  well  that  ends  we l lwe   were  about  
 three  miles  from ' camp,  but  the  distance  appeared  
 short  to  everybody,  as  we  now  knew  the  true  direction, 
   and  we  at  length  perceived  the  glare  of a large  
 fire  that  our  people  had  lighted  as  a  beacon. 
 The  horse,  Aggahr,  must  have  found  his  way  
 without  difficulty,  as  he  had  arrived  a  little  before  
 sunset.  This curious instinct,  that enables  a  horse to  
 find  the  direction  to  its  last  halting-place  in  a  wild  
 and  pathless  country,  was  thoroughly  appreciated  by  
 the Arabs, who  had comforted me with the  assurance,  
 that  no  Abyssinian  horse  would  lose his  way to the  
 spot where  he had last  passed  the  night, if  separated  
 from  his  rider. 
 CHAPTER  XIX. 
 SEND  A  PARTY  TO  RECONNOITRE. 
 I  had  thoroughly  explored  the  beautiful  country  of  
 the Salaam and Angrab ;  it was the 11th of April, and  
 I intended to  push on to Gallabat, the  frontier market  
 town of Abyssinia.  We  had  no  guide,  as  the  fellow  
 that had been supplied by Mek Nimmur had absconded  
 the day after our arrival at the Salaam, but during the  
 march he had pointed out  a blue  outline  of  a  distant  
 mountain  in  the  south,  that  was  called  Nahoot  
 Guddabi, or the  saddle of Guddabi.  This was  an un-  
 mistakeable  landmark,  as  it  exactly  resembled  an  
 Arab  saddle;  at  the  foot  of  this  mountain  was  the  
 Tokroori village  of  Guddabi,  the first habitation, at  a  
 distance of about  fifty  miles  from  the  Bahr  Salaam.  
 Although, from the experience I had had in this neighbourhood, 
  I had little doubt of the supply  of water on  
 the road, I sent three of my  Tokrooris  upon  as  many  
 camels with water-skins, to reconnoitre before I should  
 move  the  camp. 
 On the second day  they  returned,  and  reported the  
 existence  of  several  small  streams,  all  of which  produced  
 excellent  water. 
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