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 HAILE SELASSIE. 1892 – 1975. EMPEROR OF ETHIOPIACHAPTER III. ETHIOPIA,
              THE UNCONQUERABLE LAND
                
 Close to Europe
              was the continent of Africa, full of vaguely known possibilities. In 1850 it
              was a continent of black mystery; only Egypt and the coast were known. Here we
              have no space to tell the amazing story of the explorers and adventurers who
              first pierced the African darkness, and of the political agents,
              administrators, traders, settlers, and scientific men who followed in their
              track. Wonderful races of men like the pygmies, strange beasts like the okapi, marvellous fruits and flowers and insects, terrible
              diseases, astounding scenery of forest and mountains, enormous inland seas and
              gigantic rivers and cascades were revealed; a whole New World. Even remains, at Zimabawe, of some unrecorded and vanished civilisation, the southward enterprise of an early people,
              were discovered. Into this new world came the Europeans, and found the rifle
              already there in the hands of the Arab slave traders, and negro life in
              disorder.
               But in 1900, in
              half a century, all Africa was mapped, explored, estimated, and divided between
              the European powers. Little heed was given to the welfare of the natives in
              this scramble. The Arab slaver was indeed curbed rather than expelled, but the
              greed for rubber, which was a wild product collected under compulsion by the
              natives in the Belgian Congo, a greed exacerbated by the clash of inexperienced
              European administrators with the native population, led to horrible atrocities.
              No European Power has perfectly clean hands in this matter.
               We cannot tell
              here in any detail how Great Britain got possession of Egypt in 1883 and
              remained there in spite of the fact that Egypt was technically part of the
              Turkish Empire; nor how this scramble nearly led to war between France and
              Great Britain in 1898, when a certain Colonel Marchand, crossing Central Africa
              from the west coast, tried at Fashoda to seize the Upper Nile.
               Nor can we tell
              how the British Government first let the Boers or Dutch settlers of the Qrange River district and the Transvaal set up independent
              republics in the inland parts of South Africa, and then repented and annexed
              the Transvaal Republic in 1877; nor how the Transvaal Boers fought for freedom
              and won it after the battle of Majuba Hill (1881). Majuba Hill was made to
              rankle in the memory of the English people by a persistent press campaign. A
              war with both republics broke out in 1899, a three years’ war enormously costly
              to the British people, which ended at last in the surrender of the two
              republics.
               Their period of
              subjugation was a brief one. In 1907, after the downfall of the imperialist
              government which had conquered them, the Liberals took the South African
              problem in hand, and these former republics became free and fairly willing
              associates with Cape Colony and Natal in a Confederation of all the states of
              South Africa under the British Crown.
               “In a quarter
              of a century the partition of Africa teas completed. There remained unannexed
              three comparatively small countries: Liberia, a settlement of liberated negro
              slaves on the west coast; Morocco, under a Moslem Sultan; and Abyssinia, a
              barbaric country with an ancient and peculiar form of Christianity, which had
              successfully maintained its independence against Italy at the Battle of Adowa
              in 1896”.
                                                                                                                                                           H. G. Wells.
                   Most people in England know by now where Abyssinia is. Six months
              ago they didn’t. A member of Parliament didn’t. He asked me vaguely about this
              place where all the trouble was—“Somewhere near Morocco,” he said.
               “From Gibraltar
              to Addis Ababa is more than, three thousand miles, as the crow flies,” I said.
               He looked
              startled.
               “But it’s in
              Africa, isn’t it?” he said.
               “Has it ever
              occurred to you,” I answered, “that Africa’s a very big place?”
               “It must be,”
              he said resignedly. “Would you mind drawing it on the back of this menu—with
              special reference to Abyssinia, I mean. I may have to talk about it soon, so
              I’d better get things straight.”
               That evening
              before retiring I got out an atlas and was very relieved to find that so far as
              I could remember it my map on the menu had been within recognisable range of the facts. You see, I didn’t like to think of a British legislator
              getting one thousand miles wrong in his speeches because of my primitive
              cartography. Not that I expected international complications to result from
              such an error. I have long ago learned that the British Empire isn’t run by
              portly members of parliament but by slim young men in Whitehall with encyclopaedic knowledge and a nice taste in ties. They
              knew, I reflected, where Abyssinia was—had known for years. All this bother
              with Italy was no news to them. They’d seen it coming, they and their slim
              young predecessors, for the best part of half a century. They’d seen it coming
              and they would see it through.
               If you work in
              the British Foreign Office, or in four or five rival foreign offices for that
              matter, Addis Ababa is one of the places you may be sent to—and you pray that
              you may not. It’s not at the end of the earth. Not like Kashgar,
              for instance, which stands at the spot, beyond the Himalayas, where China,
              Russia, India, and Tibet come near to meeting; or the interior of Papua, where
              you may have to administer an area about as big as Wales with the aid of
              quinine, a rusty rifle and an unreliable compass; nor is it like some of those
              islands which have been described as pimples on the tail of eternity. There is
              a cinema there—in fact, two cinemas; there is what the Americans call a drug
              store—in fact, three of them; there’s a post-office, a race-course, a night
              club and a police-station; in fact it should be home from home.
               Yet few
              outposts of empire are as strange as Addis Ababa. For all its civilisation it is not welcoming to the European. The men
              of the west are never at ease till they have conquered, and Ethiopia is an
              unconquered land.
               Abyssinia, that
              ancient kingdom of the East, is as its name implies a country of notable
              chasms. But the name is actually a corruption of the Arab word ‘habesh,’ a mixture, and this also is a just term. Races are
              mingled strangely in Abyssinia, and many learned men have laboured in vain to disentangle them.
               “An inland
              country of north-east Africa between five and fifteen degrees north of the
              equator with its western frontier the southern Sudan and its eastern border
              less than one hundred miles from the Red Sea. ...” That is a rough idea of
              Abyssinia. It is a huge inland plateau, all its approaches carved by centuries
              of terrific rain into fantastic gorges. All round the base of the plateau lie
              swamps and deserts. Some of this low-lying land is swamp at one time of the year
              and desert at another. In the centre of the plateau
              and guarding some of its approaches are numerous mountain peaks all very
              strange in shape, of which the highest are just under fourteen thousand feet in
              height and extremely inaccessible. Very few of the broad valleys among the
              peaks are less than seven thousand feet in elevation, and Lake Tsana which is
              close on fifty miles long is well over six thousand feet above sea level. The
              area of the whole country is about 350,000 square miles.
               The
              climate of the uplands is bracing, alpine in its purity and charm. In the lowlands
              there is every disease devised by nature for making life difficult to beast and
              man. There are two seasons, the dry and the wet, ‘baga’
              and ‘karamt.’ The rains begin in the middle of June
              and last till well into October. December and January are perhaps the perfect
              months. Then comes the dry season, broken only by the ‘little rains’ of
              February. On the rain which falls in Abyssinia the life and prosperity of all
              Egypt most certainly depend, for these rains feed the Blue Nile.             
             The Blue Nile
              emerges from the southern end of Lake Tsana and after flowing south-east for
              fifty miles curves to the west before turning northward. It carries with it the
              precious silt which gives matchless fertility to the Egyptian flooded plain.
               East of Lake
              Tsana rises ‘Takkaze’ the river called ‘Terrible,’
              which falls from eight thousand to two thousand feet along a huge crevasse
              which winds among the peaks. During the rains this river rises twenty feet with
              fearful suddenness. Travellers speak of the land
              through which it flows as wilder and more ghastly in aspect than any other in
              the world.
               But the
              mountain valleys are beautiful in springtime. Roses, violets, cowslips and
              lavender are all to be found among the grasses, and masses of tulip line the
              lower edges of the hills. There are lilies, aloes, honeysuckle and orchids, and
              huge clumps of prickly broom.
               In one day’s
              climb you can pass from the fever-haunted lowlands to this paradise, Tyrolean
              in its clear and vivid colourings. Often in the north
              the downlands are bare and it is only the lower slopes of the hills that are
              wooded, but farther south there is every kind of tree. Huge date palms are to
              be found amid laurel and juniper; there are giant sycamores, wild olive, mimosa,
              and gum trees, often hideously twisted; and at lower levels are massed acacias
              and similar plants; but most impressive of all is the yellow pine, valuable
              forests of which are found.
               Lake Tsana is a
              sheet of water of great beauty, and the lands around its banks are known as the
              granary of Abyssinia, for here especially the wheat crops flourish. Some years
              ago specimens of this wheat were brought to England and were reported to be of first-rate
              milling quality. The other grains are barley, millet, maize and ‘teff.’ Teff,
              technically known as ‘Poa Abyssinica’, is a great favourite with all Abyssinians, and the spongy bread which
              they make from it, though curious in taste, is said to be extremely nourishing.
               Not many
              .people know that the coffee plant takes its name from Kaffa,
              in the south-west, a very prosperous province. It is here you can buy the best
              coffee in the world.
               The birds in
              Abyssinia are many and wonderful in colour, but their
              voices are unpleasing. The country was described by one writer as ‘abounding in
              unpleasant sounds.’ Certainly the jackals make a weird and nerveracking
              noise. The lions, too, can give disconcerting roars. Elephant, rhinoceros,
              hippopotamus, crocodile and leopard; zebra, giraffe, hartebeest and
              klipspringer are all to be found in districts which suit them. There are
              monkeys of various kinds; an amazing catalogue of birds of prey and game birds;
              while the civet cat which goes sneaking through the thickets at nightfall
              supplies the basis of many perfumes which ornamental women consider essential
              to their charms.
               The human races
              that inhabit Abyssinia fall into three main classes—a Caucasian type much like
              the Bedouin, with oval face, keen nose, and lips which are well-formed and
              never curl up; the Gallas, who have large, well-built bodies, round faces,
              straight noses, and deeply-sunk but extremely bright eyes; and a third race
              whose hair is woolly and intensely curly and whose lips are thick. There are no
              negroes in Abyssinia except as slaves. Do not think of negroes; and do not
              bother about the scientific names. Remember the three types and you can’t go
              far wrong. Also remember, if this classification sounds too simple, that there
              are about fifty languages—and dialects besides.
               The inhabitants
              of the province of Tigre to the northeast are perhaps the best looking. They
              are known as Amharic, and fall into group one. The Gallas, whose provinces are
              Sidamo, Jimma, Arussi, and Wallega,
              are a definite second group, but the Shoans, in the
              central province round about Addis Ababa are harder to place, for they have
              characteristics in common with the Gallas; still, they are predominantly
              Amharic in type. The third group are tribes inhabiting the coastal areas. They
              are primitive.
               Two or three
              other races offer interesting problems. There are the Falashas,
              similar in many ways to the Amharic, and best classed with them; but definitely
              Jewish in character and faith. Then there are the Guragies—the coolie race, who work for their living in the capital till they have
              earned enough to purchase small farms. There are also the despised Shankallas—the word itself is a term of reproach, whose
              mental processes are less rapid than those of their neighbours and who form the labouring class. Summing up this strange tangle it is
              a fair generalisation to say that the Amharic tribes
              engage in war as a profession, the Gallas are peasants; and that the coastal
              tribes are primitive nomads.
               Not all the Amharas are soldiers. Some of them trade, a few are not
              ashamed to go in for agriculture; there are various crafts such as weaving in
              which they are very successful; and a large number of them enter the priesthood.
              Yet, broadly speaking, the ideal life for the Amhara is to serve a feudal
              chief, accompany him on his expeditions and share the spoils. This means that
              he gets his keep and usually a fair-sized piece of land with slaves to do the
              work. If he is a good manager he may have a surplus with which to trade, but
              often the soldier type is content to get his immediate requirements from the
              soil and to neglect its possibilities of development.
               As will be
              seen, the existence of this soldier class with a vested interest in war and an
              inherited disinclination to work presents an awkward social problem to a progressive
              minded ruler. But in spite of their warlike nature and queer streaks of
              insensitiveness, the Amharas are a very good stock
              and have splendid possibilities if they can be caught young. Their origins are
              a puzzle, but they are clearly a dominant race. They have come out on top in
              the end of every war they have fought for the last fifteen hundred years.
               It is these Amharas who make such a bad impression upon Englishmen—who
              refuse to see that their instinctive reaction of dislike is that of one
              dominant race when faced with another. Actually they are not bad fellows at
              heart, their chief fault being that when you act as though you are superior to
              them they just don’t believe you. Treat them as equals and excellent relations
              are possible.
               The principal
              cities of Abyssinia look amazingly beautiful when seen from the distant hills,
              for their white walls shine in the clear sunlight, entrancing splashes of
              brightness among the varied greens of the trees, but the impression of
              cleanliness and charm does not survive closer acquaintance. Hygiene is
              primitive in the extreme, and but for the scores of dogs that are natural
              scavengers existence would hardly be possible, for though the principal
              streets are fairly clean, appalling smells creep out from the by-ways. Addis
              Ababa, the capital, has a population of about 120,000—to which at the moment
              must be added about three hundred war correspondents and photographers. There
              is no other town as big as this, though Harar and Diredawa are probably growing more rapidly. Most of the provincial capitals have
              populations between five and ten thousand, but it must not be forgotten that at
              certain times of year there are markets during which there may be enormous
              influxes into some of these towns.
               For the most
              part the towns are collections of mud huts, but this term does not necessarily
              mean that all the buildings are squalid. Some of the buildings have
              considerable dignity and point to a very definite native style of architecture
              which it is the policy of the Emperor to revive and extend.
               The only
              railway in the country runs from the capital to Jibuti, the port of French
              Somaliland. It functions with much greater efficiency than most travellers expect, and but for the fact that the French
              authorities at Jibuti inflict innumerable delays and examinations upon intending travellers, there is little to complain of in the
              service. The heat is no fault of the Abyssinians and it is against this that
              most complaints are directed. Roads there are practically none, though in the
              dry season the tracks are for the most part quite easily negotiated by
              car—except when they climb the hills, which are often difficult going even to
              the hardy mules. Donkeys and camels are other standard means of transport. Pack
              horses are not common, since the horse is usually kept for the chase or for
              war. If a servant is driving a donkey over the hills and the beast dies he must
              bring back the tail to his master. This is accepted as proof that the donkey
              has not been . secretly traded, for no one would purchase a tailless beast.
                 In the time of
              Menelek it took six days for the news of the victory at Adowa, in the north, to
              reach the capital. Relays of swift horses were used to cover the distance which
              is about three hundred and sixty miles in a straight line. It is doubtful if
              this time could be improved upon today for the journey, but news is also
              carried by telephone and telegraph. The line is, however, in constant peril
              from both natural and human forces, (wire makes fine bracelets) so that the
              service is not to be relied on.
               The trade of
              Abyssinia is not great in volume and has increased very slowly though there
              have been big improvements in the last few years. The country is practically
              self-contained. Cotton cloth, crockery and cooking utensils, and guns are the
              principal imports, in return for which there is a steady export of coffee and
              hides. The natives are expert tanners. Ivory, spices, and civet —the strong,
              musky perfume obtained from the glands of the civet cat, are also traded.
              Currency difficulties are the chief barrier to commerce, however, for the Maria
              Theresa thaler or dollar (nominal value about one shilling and eightpence) is
              not readily exchangeable. Small bars of salt, cartridges, and sometimes bottles
              are used. Some travellers say that needles are the
              most portable form of value that you can take on a journey. One needle has been
              known to purchase six chicken.
               Concerning
              needles an interesting story is told. A European who had adopted this device to
              overcome currency difficulties had given his needles to his servant who was in
              charge of commissariat purchases, but the boy found it very difficult to carry
              them. If he pinned them to his garments they had a way of scratching him. He
              had lost the packet in which they had been at first.
               When he
              asked-his employer how the ‘Frangi’—that is,
              foreigners, carried their needles he was , told ‘ in cushions.’’ “In cushions?”
              he questioned, thinking he had not heard aright. “Yes, in cushions. The women'
              give them to one another as presents. ...”
               That evening
              the European overheard the servant talking to the rest. “When a Frangi hates another his wife makes a great cushion and
              fills it with needles. Then it is sent to the enemy as a gift. Ah, they are
              clever, the Frangi. Doubtless the points are dipped
              in deadly poison, too. ...”
               Concerning law
              and order the most conflicting accounts are given. Some Europeans suggest that
              life is in constant danger. Others comment on the peaceable nature of the
              country except when there is a tribal feud. In the same breath we are told that
              the courts are so corrupt that it is impossible for any man to obtain justice
              and also that the Abyssinians are constantly invoking the law. They have been
              described as the most litigious race in the world. This contradiction probably
              results from the fact that judges accept gifts—the chiefs are usually the local
              judges. This is quite true, but it does not necessarily mean that they give
              unjust decisions in return for presents. Francis Bacon, the Lord Chief Justice
              of Queen Elizabeth’s day, took gifts, it will be remembered, but strenuously
              denied that they were bribes. The giving of presents is naturally interpreted
              by Europeans as clear evidence of corruption, but this is probably less true
              than has been supposed.
               It is in the
              collection of taxes that the worst wrongs occur. The old principle of ten per
              cent is the general rule, but when requisition is made in kind there is every
              chance for the tax-gatherer to deal unjustly. When it is added that the system
              is in the hands of local governors and that they receive no pay, that the
              church owns about one-third of the land and collects its own taxes by a method
              of spiritual blackmail, and that the idiom for governing a province is in
              Amharic “.to eat” it, the reason why few peasants produce much more than their
              immediate needs is obvious. Under Haile Selassie, however, there have been
              sweeping reforms.
               Witchcraft is practised widely. Solomon and Christ are both thought to
              have been powerful wizards who used their gifts for good. This appears at first
              sight a very primitive belief, but it is hardly different in essence from the
              belief that Christ performed miracles to heal the sick. The Abyssinians are
              less different in thought from other Christian peoples than is usually stated.
              It is their way of expressing their beliefs which is strange rather than the
              beliefs themselves.
               “Translate a
              mixture of Norman England, Renascence Italy, and the France of Louis XIV into
              eastern terms and you have a fair idea of Abyssinia from the social point of
              view,” said an Egyptian scholar recently. “It is arrogance on the part of
              Europe,” he continued, “to think of herself as so far ahead of these people.
              The history of the last few years in Italy, Germany, Austria, and Spain—to name
              no other countries, is full of hideous crimes, much worse in nature than the
              light-hearted callousness of the Abyssinian.”
               One of the
              strangest mysteries of Abyssinia is the way in which the werewolf legend
              persists. Here is an account written by my father of an incident which he
              himself saw.
               “It often
              happens in Abyssinia that people seem possessed by an evil spirit. This they
              call ‘Boudah.’ I witnessed these wonderful and dark occurrences many times, but
              will relate one instance only—and even in this case I must not describe all the
              terrible and disgusting details.
               One evening
              when I was in my house at Gaffat a woman began to cry
              fearfully and run up and down on her hands and feet like a wild beast, quite
              unconscious of what she was doing. The onlookers said to me ‘This is Boudah—and
              if it is not driven out of her she will die.’ A large crowd gathered round the
              woman and many means of helping her were tried, but all in vain. She did not
              cease to howl and roar in a most terrible voice of great power.
               At length a man
              was called, a blacksmith by profession, of whom it was said that he was in
              secret communication with the evil spirit. He called the woman, who obeyed him
              at once. He took her hand and dropped the juice of the white onion or garlic
              into her nose. Then he said to her, addressing the evil spirit within her: ‘Why
              didst thou possess this woman?’
               ‘Because it was
              permitted to me.’
               ‘What is thy
              name?’
               ‘My name is Gebroo.’
               ‘Where is thy
              country?’
               ‘My country is Godjam.’
               ‘ Of how many
              people hast thou taken possession ? ’
               ‘Of forty
              people, both men and women.’
               ‘I now command
              thee to leave this woman.’
               ‘I will leave
              her on one condition.’
               ‘What is that
              condition?’
               ‘I want to eat
              the flesh of a donkey.’
               ‘Very well,’
              said the blacksmith—‘that thou shalt have.’
               So a donkey was
              brought which had a wounded back, rubbed sore through carrying heavy loads; its
              back was quite sore and full of matter. On receiving permission from the
              exorciser the woman flung herself upon the donkey sinking her teeth into the
              exposed flesh which she bit out of the poor creature’s back; and though the
              donkey struggled and kicked and ran off she did not fall but clung as if she
              was nailed to the animal’s back.
               At length the
              man called the woman back to him and said to the evil spirit: ‘Well, art thou
              satisfied now?’
               ‘Not yet,’ was
              the reply.
               ‘What more dost
              thou want?’
               A
              disgusting mixture was asked for. This was prepared and placed in hiding, great
              care being taken that the woman should not see where.            
             ‘Now go and
              look for your drink,’ said the blacksmith.
               At once the
              woman began to run about in widening . circles just like an animal, but
              suddenly she went straight to the place where the drink was hidden. She drank the
              whole potful to the last drop. Then she came back to the blacksmith who said:
              ‘Now pick up this stone.’
               It was a stone
              so large that I am sure she would not have been able to have moved it in her
              natural condition, but she picked it up with ease and set it upon her head.
              Then, at a word of command she turned like a wheel so that the stone spun off.
              It fell one way and she the other. Both stone and woman lay motionless on the
              ground.
               ‘Take her away
              now to her bed,’ said the blacksmith —‘for the Boudah has left her.’
               The poor woman
              slept for about ten hours, then awoke and went back to her work and did not
              know anything of what had happened. I only state the facts, and leave the rest
              to my reader.”
               There is a
              glimpse of a terrible darkness. It is well to note the likeness of the story to
              certain incidents recorded in the New Testament. The use of garlic is also
              interesting. All who have a taste for horrors know that this leaf is widely
              believed to keep off the evil powers of vampires and other such creatures.
               Abyssinian
              magic is a study in itself. From the lebasha, who enters into a trance to smell
              out thieves and trace the stolen goods, to the wizard who casts a death spell
              upon a mouse and sends it to the house of your enemy for an inclusive fee of
              anything up to thirty dollars, there can be found almost every variety of what
              some call hocus-pocus—and some do not. Love potions are a flourishing trade and
              so is fortune telling, for the Abyssinian women are no wiser than many of
              their sisters in western lands, so that whoever talks to them of the secrets of
              love and marriage can usually fleece them with impunity.
               The strange
              thing about the marriage laws of Abyssinia is the way in which they favour women. There are roughly speaking four sorts of
              marriage, though in certain provinces strange local customs prevail. The least
              binding type of union is the contract for a year, by which a man guarantees
              to feed a woman, dress her in accordance with his rank, and make her a handsome
              present. When the contract expires she has no further claim on him—though if he
              is in arrears with his promised money he cannot cast her off and may have to
              accept her as his legal wife for life. Although this may seem a cold-blooded
              type of arrangement, it is accepted and involves no social stigma, while to
              make the contract properly binding it must be blessed by a priest.
               A slightly more
              binding form of ceremony is the trial marriage—an agreement conferring full
              marital status upon the woman but limited to two or three years. In the third
              type no time limit is mentioned, but divorce is quite easy, provided that
              proper financial arrangements can be arrived at.
               The fourth type
              of marriage is so binding that not many women care to submit to it; but even
              this solemn union can be ended if the man becomes a serious criminal, goes mad,
              suffers from fits, or shames his wife publicly by preferring other women to
              her.
               All of which
              legal possibilities seem to show that there is a far more rational attitude
              towards matrimony in Abyssinia than in Great Britain. At least you will never,
              in Abyssinia, find yourself in a state of what Mr. Herbert so admirably
              described as ‘Holy Deadlock.’
               It is very
              noticeable that a woman who has a proper business sense where marriage is
              concerned can, by driving a series of shrewd bargains with successive husbands,
              emerge still young enough to enjoy life, with a comfortable endowment.
              Sometimes such women form an attachment with a handsome young slave.
               Some observers
              have stated that the moral standards of Abyssinia in these matters are low. The
              answer is that while the actual conduct of men and women compares quite favourably with western conditions, the frankness and logic
              of the arrangements expose to view much that exists, though well hidden, in civilised lands.
               It remains to
              discuss the hidden riches of Abyssinia for which the European nations have been
              quarrelling. This is difficult ground, for all the experts disagree. Some say
              that there are rich veins of gold in the mountains and point as proof to the
              existence of alluvial gold in certain rivers, notable in the Dadessa, which joins the Blue Nile at the point where that
              river turns northward. The Galla tribes are some of them said to be very skilful at sifting out this gold, but it would appear that
              their returns are not very high. The hills from which the Dadessa flows appear quite promising but so far there is no record of anything
              approaching a paying reef being found. Platinum, though, has been found and can
              be made to pay. So far only three per cent of the world’s output comes from
              Abyssinia and the ores discovered have presented many difficulties; but careful
              and systematic search of the hills may lead to the discovery of sensational
              wealth. Many shrewd men are of this opinion; others claim that anything really
              worth while in the way of metallic resources would surely have been unearthed
              by now did it exist. Between these schools of thought the future will judge.
               The belief in
              large reefs of gold goes back to Egyptian times. The legend of King Solomon’s
              Mines has also some connection with Ethiopia. Owing to the many centuries
              during which the gold must have been sought for there are some people who think
              that the reefs may have been found and worked out. This may be true of gold but
              it can hardly be true of the deposits of oil which are confidently believed to
              exist by really expert observers. These authorities base their argument on the
              fact that it is highly probable from geological observation that the Iraq
              oilfields continue at a great depth in a westerly direction and come near to
              the surface again in Abyssinia. Certain configurations of landscape in the
              south-west are held to point strongly to oil. On the other hand the elusive
              nature of this liquid mineral is so well known that only when the first gusher
              spouts madly over the amazed Wollo Gallas will the
              matter be finally proved.
               But even if the
              mineral wealth should prove scanty— and the present writer has a very well
              founded belief that it will not—the land has vast agricultural possibilities.
              Grain grows splendidly; the prospects of dairy farming are excellent; livestock
              thrive already, and with systematic irrigation of their pastures could be
              multiplied tenfold. The coffee crop, which is already fetching better prices as
              the result of the publicity given to the country by the war, may soon be a
              source of great revenue; while cotton of the finest type could be cultivated on
              a grand scale if the waters of the land were controlled for the use of man.
               If, with the
              coming of better times, the world demand for food and raw materials increases,
              Abyssinia will be able to play an important part in meeting that demand.
              Critics who point to the present limited exports should remember that since
              Haile Selassie came to the throne world consumption has gone steadily
              downwards, so that only by the cleverest organisation has any increase of production been made to pay at all. Given a peaceful ten
              years after the present invasion has been dealt with, the Emperor may well
              astonish the world.
               
               
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