On a dusty plain in the northern Province of Wallo last week a round-eyed dark-faced kinky-haired boy of 19 stood on a rug-draped platform of dried mud. To the rattle of war drums Ethiopian chieftains with lion-mane headdresses and gold embossed shields clustered protectively about the royal youngster. Across the field rolled a white-rimmed dust cloud out of which moved a horde of 100,000 yelling black warriors. Beyond the reviewing stand the troopers halted, faced to the north, where 100 miles away lay the town of Adowa. Then to a man they let...
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