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of gazelles feeding at about two hours' march, and that 

 when we started again he would get up a hunt. 



" After breakfasting with the Viceroy and his 

 brother, I have my horse saddled and take a ride round 

 the outskirts of the camp. In one direction the desert 

 extends beyond the horizon, while in the other it is 

 bounded by Late Mareotis, and farther on by the sea. 

 Just under my horse's hoofs there jumps up a large 

 jackal, which had, no doubt, taken up its quarters 

 there so as to come and prowl about the camp at night, 

 and after galloping in pursuit of it for ten minutes, 

 and nearly touching it with the butt-end of my whip, 

 it disappears among the brushwood. 



" On my return I find the Viceroy sitting in front of 

 his tent, and go with him to watch some shell practice 

 with a mortar, but none of the gunners succeed in hit- 

 ting the target five hundred yards off. The Viceroy, 

 after listening to the band, which played the Marseillaise, 

 among other tunes, had his dinner served in my tent." 



" November 15, 1854. 



" At five I was only partly dressed. Could any one 

 have seen me outside my tent, with my red dressing- 

 gown, like that of a Mecca cherif, performing my 

 ablutions with my sleeves tucked up, they would have 

 taken me for a true believer ; and in the days of the 

 Inquisition, as you know, one of the most serious 

 offences was that of having washed one's arms up to 

 the elbow. The camp gradually becomes more ani- 



