were familiarized.  But the rocket was a formidable and splendid novelty.  Night had now thrown her mantle round the field, and, by the king’s command, the rocket practice began; the first brilliant rush into the air was matter of amazement to all.  When the rocket started with a roar from its bed, men, women, and children fell on their faces—­horses and mules broke from their tethers—­and the warriors who had any heart remaining shouted aloud.  The Galla tribes, who witnessed the explosion, ascribed the phenomenon to “potent medicines,” and declared, that since the Gyptzis (British) could, at pleasure, produce comets in the sky and rain fire down heaven, there was nothing for them but submission to the king’s command.

The review was followed, at some interval of time, by a more substantial display.  Thrice in the year the king summons his rude militia for an inroad into some of the neighbouring lands; and, as he was particularly anxious to have the presence of the embassy on this occasion, and as they conceived it to offer the best opportunity of seeing the country, they accordingly accepted the invitation.  As it is to be presumed that they had no intention of taking any personal part in this marauding expedition, we are not disposed to criticise their acquiescence; otherwise there could be no doubt whatever, that they had no right to assist the king of Shoa in his foray on his neighbours, more than they would have had a right to assist his neighbours in their attacks upon the king of Shoa.

The march was peculiar, and even pompous, in its kind.  It was extraordinary to see it preceded by a copy of the Holy Scriptures, under a canopy of scarlet cloth, and borne on a mule; but, it must be owned, accompanied by the “Ark of the cathedral of St Michael,” which works miracles, and is regarded as a pledge of victory.  Then came the king on a specially caparisoned mule, surrounded by his guard of shield-bearers, and flanked by matchlock-men; then came forty damsels, royal cooks, painted with ochre, and muffled in crimson-striped robes of cotton—­a troop rigorously guarded by attendants with long white wands.  Beyond these, as far as the eye could penetrate the clouds of dust, every hill and valley teemed with horsemen, camp-followers, sumpter-mules, and men carrying sheaves of spears, and leading caparisoned horses, all mixed in the most picturesque confusion.  After a march of fifteen miles, the female cooks halted, like a flight of flamingoes, in a pretty, secluded valley.  It was evident that the day’s march was now at an end, and the army halted to bivouac for the night.  In the centre of this straggling camp, which could not be less than five miles in diameter, was raised a suite of royal tents, consisting of a gay party-coloured marquee of Turkish manufacture, surrounded by twelve ample awnings of black serge, over which floated five crimson pennons, surmounted respectively by silver globes.  There was something of African, or perhaps European, pomp in this proceeding.  Until the royal tents were enclosed from the vulgar eye, the Negoos, ascending an adjacent eminence with his chiefs and an escort of picked warriors, remained seated on cushioned alga, and under the crimson canopy of the state umbrella.