Did I Leave Our Camp With My Gun In Search Of Game, A Clamorous Crowd Followed Me. On The March, At Every Halt From Wali Dabba To Theodore's Camp In Damot, I Heard Nothing Else From Sunrise To Sunset But The Incessant Cries Of "Abiet, Abiet; Medanite, Medanite." [Footnote:

"Lord Master, medicine, medicine."] I did my best; I attended at any hour of the day those who would

Benefit from a few doses of medicine. But this did not satisfy the great majority, composed of old syphilitic cases, nor the leper, nor those suffering from elephantiasis, the epileptic, the scrofulous, or those who had been mutilated at the hands of the cruel Gallas. Day after day the crowd of patients increased; those who had met with refusal remained in the hope that on another day the "Hakeem's" boxes of unheard-of medicine might be opened, for them also. New ones daily poured in. The many cures of simple cases that I had been able to accomplish spread my fame far and wide, and even reached my countrymen at Magdala, who heard that an English Hakeem had arrived, who could break bones and instantly set them, so that the individual operated upon walked away like the paralytic in Holy Writ. At last the nuisance became intolerable, and I was obliged to keep my tent closed all day long; whenever I left it I was surrounded by an admiring crowd. The officers of the escort were obliged to place a guard round my tent, and only allowed their relatives and friends to approach.

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