Identifier: roundblackmansga00colv (find matches)
Title: Round the black man's garden
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Colvile, Zélie Isabelle Richaud de Préville, lady
Subjects: Africa -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh and London, W. Blackwood and sons
Contributing Library: Mugar Memorial Library, Boston University
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston University

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e saying General Hoggwould like to see him. Finding we were likely toremain a few days, the Governor at once invited usto go and stay with him, which we did, spendingten happy days under his hospitable roof, takinglife easily, so as to recruit our strength for thediscomforts that were surely awaiting us. As wedrove to Government House we passed him on hisway to the town, where he had suddenly beencalled, the news having just arrived that the Somalishad attacked Berbera, which required the immediatedespatch of a man-of-war, so that if necessary theBritish subjects might have the means of gettingaway. Usually in the early morning the General gaveme a sketching lesson, I being only a beginner, andvery anxious to make as many sketches as possibleduring our journey. Aden is a wonderful place forbeautiful lights and shades. In the afternoons wedrove—the first day to see the tanks overlooking thetown proper. It is always supposed to rain onlyonce every three years at Aden; and this was the
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RAIN AT ADEN. 51 end of the third year during which not a drop hadfallen, so that the tanks were entirely dry, and wewere able to see their great depth and the ingeniousarrangements for catching every drop of water as ittrickles down from the overhanging rocks. Oddlyenough, two nights after, I was awakened by feelinga most refreshing drip falling on my face. Thelong-waited-for rain had come, making its waythrough the parched roof. I woke Harry, seeingmost of our things were getting wet, but the onlyremark he made was, Never mind. You cantstop it, so go to sleep again. It was so true, thatthe only thing left for me to do was to push mybed into a drier corner and keep quiet. The rainmust have got into some of the bamboos and dis-turbed the white ants, which began increasing theiralready loud scratching. They are ingenious in-sects, and build lovely little mud tunnels, lookinglike veins, along the walls, wherever they cannotfind ready-made dark passages. I had noticed that the Somalis of

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