Taking the hint, we got up and went down to the stream to wash, after which the morning meal was served.  At breakfast one of the women, no longer quite young, advanced and publicly kissed Job.  I think it was in its way the most delightful thing (putting its impropriety aside for a moment) that I ever saw.  Never shall I forget the respectable Job’s abject terror and disgust.  Job, like myself, is a bit of a misogynist—­I fancy chiefly owing to the fact of his having been one of a family of seventeen—­and the feelings expressed upon his countenance when he realised that he was not only being embraced publicly, and without authorisation on his own part, but also in the presence of his masters, were too mixed and painful to admit of accurate description.  He sprang to his feet, and pushed the woman, a buxom person of about thirty, from him.

“Well, I never!” he gasped, whereupon probably thinking that he was only coy, she embraced him again.

“Be off with you!  Get away, you minx!” he shouted, waving the wooden spoon, with which he was eating his breakfast, up and down before the lady’s face.  “Beg your pardon, gentlemen, I am sure I haven’t encouraged her.  Oh, Lord! she’s coming for me again.  Hold her, Mr. Holly! please hold her!  I can’t stand it; I can’t, indeed.  This has never happened to me before, gentlemen, never.  There’s nothing against my character,” and here he broke off, and ran as hard as he could go down the cave, and for once I saw the Amahagger laugh.  As for the woman, however, she did not laugh.  On the contrary, she seemed to bristle with fury, which the mockery of the other women about only served to intensify.  She stood there literally snarling and shaking with indignation, and, seeing her, I wished Job’s scruples had been at Jericho, forming a shrewd guess that his admirable behaviour had endangered our throats.  Nor, as the sequel shows, was I wrong.

The lady having retreated, Job returned in a great state of nervousness, and keeping his weather eye fixed upon every woman who came near him.  I took an opportunity to explain to our hosts that Job was a married man, and had had very unhappy experiences in his domestic relations, which accounted for his presence here and his terror at the sight of women, but my remarks were received in grim silence, it being evident that our retainer’s behaviour was considered as a slight to the “household” at large, although the women, after the manner of some of their most civilised sisters, made merry at the rebuff of their companion.

After breakfast we took a walk and inspected the Amahagger herds, and also their cultivated lands.  They have two breeds of cattle, one large and angular, with no horns, but yielding beautiful milk; and the other, a red breed, very small and fat, excellent for meat, but of no value for milking purposes.  This last breed closely resembles the Norfolk red-pole strain, only it has horns which generally curve forward