My cousin is a wonderful shot, and I am by no means a duffer with a riﬂe. As to our courage — well, we could only trust we had sufficient to carry us through. We felt we had, and with a woman intuition is everything. If she feels she is not going to fail, you may take it from me she won't. Certainly it is one thing to look a lion in the face from England to gazing at him in Somaliland. But we meant to meet him somehow. Gradually and very carefully we amassed our stores, and arranged for their meeting us in due course. We collected our kit, medicines, and a thousand and one needful things, and at last felt we had almost every thing, and yet as little as possible. Even the little seemed' too much as we reﬂected on the transport difficulty. We sorted our things most carefully — I longed for the ﬂoor-space of a cathedral to use as a spreading-out ground — and glued a list of the contents of each packing-case into each lid.