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Arabs if they bring him back, but without producing 

 much effect upon him. Just now he said to Albert, ' The 

 gentlemen will want me to go to Kassala soon for them ; 

 but how can I return to my home without my Jarrone ? ' 

 Excepting ourselves, there is probably not much sym- 

 pathy thrown away upon him, for Albert does nothing 

 but laugh when narrating his griefs, and the Arabs would 

 be equally pleased if he and his donkey had disappeared 

 together. After taking a direction south-west from Birket 

 Johda for about four hours, we have now pitched our 

 camp on a bank, near two small pools in the bed of a 

 river named El-la-Mab. No reference is made by Baker 

 to this river, though it forms a very important tributary 

 to the Roy an, which it joins a little beyond and to the 

 north-west of our camp. At their junction in the form 

 of a V it is quite as wide as the Royan ; but its banks 

 are by comparison low, and it is equally dry. 



By a stupid misunderstanding between Essafi and 

 Mohamed, the latter took Vivian to the wrong place, 

 and it was late in the evening before they found us out, 

 and not before they had caused us some anxiety as to 

 their prospects for the night. Whilst waiting for our 

 arrival, they were soon more fully than pleabantly occu- 

 pied ; for, having seated themselves unconsciously be- 

 tween two swarms of bees one in a tree and another 

 in the cleft of a rock they completely fell into the 

 enemies' hands, and were punished accordingly ; and 



