Related article: Ah I faithful companion, in vain you may listen, You will ne'er catch the sound of that footstep again. His guns in their places stand rusting together, No longer resounding through wood, field, and dell. While the wily old pheasant in peace plumes his feather, Remembering the days when the rocketers fell. In vain by a sale a fresh owner you find them ; To pick out his shots, or blaze into the brown, There's no longer his eye, or his shoulder behind them, And the swift-driven partridge has failed to come down. In the stable the old horse stands fretting and idle. No more to the front like a wild stag he bounds. How he longs once again to don saddle and bridle, And carry his Master right up to the hounds ! In vain ! — ah ! in vain you may fill up his manger. Ply the spur in the run till its rowels be red ; He refuses to feed from the hand of a stranger, Has turned from the yawner the first time his head. No more from the woodland his view-holloa pealing Lets us know that the rover has left it at last ; In vain in the open, *' across the grass stealing," We strive to o'ertake him, ride ever so fast. As brave as he traversed the fair Red Horse Valley With his kind word for all, and his bright cheery smile> He has crossed the dark valley — but ah I we can't dally, We must ride on without him — 'tis but for a while. You may put by that rod — the brave fish from the ocean To the pools of Blackwater in safety may leap, And safe from his long Rifle's death-dealing potion The stag in the distant, lone, corrie may sleep. Why, there's his old bat : how well he could wield it ! Let's see the inscription, "one hundred,. not out " — It shall stand in the mess-room : a glass case shall shield it^ To 'mind us how often it bafHed a rout — Shall I burnish his pistols ? he never will need them, You may hang up his belt, put his helm on the shelf, For his men may look now for another to lead them, And his good sword none other shall draw but himself. 448 baily's magazink- u rn In the stern press of conflict, the hour of disaster. When the bullets are falling like torrents of rain. While the foe on the flank gathers thicker and faster. They will look for his cheer and his raJJy in vain. On the morrow, my lad, you may sound the reveUU, It won't rouse him up, Pentasa Hair Loss though it ring all around ; The roar of the battle, the crash of the mtlee^ E*en these would not wake him, his sleep is so sound. Is that his own Prayer Book, Pentasa 500mg Tablets take care you don't Jose it. He ne'er was ashamed of his Faith and his Pentasa Canada \^^m^ ; It will comfort his Mother a short time to use it. Till they meet once again in the country above. Rec. Wvverne. A Night in a Somali Karia.* When shooting in Somaliland some years ago I found myself one night amongst the Habr Awal tribe of the Ishak group of So- malis ; the rain was descending in torrents, whilst every minute the darkness became more intense. I had lost my caravan, which meant no supper, and this, added to the fact that lions infested the neigh- bourhood, made up the prospect of an unpleasant night, when sud- denly as if by magic some dusky forms appeared and I found my- self surrounded by a party of Habr Awal armed as usual with shield and spears. My reception was most friendly, but whether due to my rifle or to the friendship exist- ing between the British and So- malis before such a large slice of their country was handed over to their relentless Abyssinian foes, I cannot say. Wet to the skin, I was glad to * A karia is a portable but. made of mats tbrown over long pliant rods, eacn of which is bent over and the ends stuck in the ground. be conducted to their zariba* near by, hoping to exchange my soakii^ clothes for a tobe,f but the karia into which I was led was fuli of women and children, so I could not effiect the exchange tiJl tbey cleared out, which was evidently far from their intentions. With shrill peals of laughter evident]/ at my expense, and sly nudges amongst themselves they sur- rounded me, which was em- barrassing to a shy man. A smouldering fire in the centre of the hut was rekindled for my benefit, and I was soon hidden by the smoke and the steam from wet clothes, under cover of which I exchanged my shirt for a tobe. The Somali women, restless and fond of change like their European sisters, soon . departed, to my no small satisfac- * A sariba is a hedge of thorny bashes Pentasa 250 Mg so iro u ad- ing the karia^ as a protection from wild beasts, T A tobe IS the usual ctre>s of a Somali, sod consists of a cotton sheeting about foozteaifeet long, worn so as to cover the whole body and legs. 190I.] A NIGHT IN A SOMALI KARIA. 449 tion, followed by their queer little cliildren, who never seem quite childlike, as they begin to shift for themselves when too big to be car- ried slung on their mother's back. Having posted my Midgan* ser- vant, with my rifle, to guard the hut entrance, I fell asleep, but was soon awakened by a Somali bear- ing kasurast of camels' milk, which Ave quickly disposed of, not having eaten since our morning meal. The milk, which tasted smoky, allayed hunger and thirst, but was as hard to digest as a lobster sup- per, and combined with the insect life of the karia to drive away sleep. Judging by the various sounds near me, the zariba con- tained the usual Somali animals. I heard camels gurgling, and after a hyena had uttered his dismal howls from a distance he grew bolder and a stampede of goats to the further corner of their pen showed that he was not far off. Sleep at last overtook me, and when I awoke the sun was just