ABSTRACT
All the way from Hujeila to Wasil Saleh was feeling sad. At Hodeida he had bought a donkey for five pounds, but unfortunately its lineage and its various recommendations were greater than its performances. There were several prominent points about it, for the poor beast was starved, but it had not sufficient strength for the journey, so Saleh had to leave it at Hujeila, to be sent on later. No man likes to feel he has been made a fool of when buying a mount, and Saleh's feelings had been damaged more than his purse. His spirits rose, however, as we climbed the steep path to Wasil, for we were now coming to the beautiful coffee country, of which this village is an outpost.
