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approaching. The Sirdar had arrived two days before 

 scheduled time. However — perhaps owing to the 

 state of readiness we were in — when the second steamer 

 disgorged the Governor-General, a guard of honour 

 was in its place, and all ready for his reception. One 

 thing in his visit stands out in my mind, and that is 

 the wonderful physical endurance of his Excellency 

 himself. 



That evening the inspecting party dined with us, 

 and many flattering speeches were made. What 

 pleased every one most, however, was the news that 

 the Royal Geographical Society had sanctioned the 

 name of Fell being given to the lake near which he 

 had done such splendid work — Lake Ambadie. 



The following day at daybreak the visiting sheikhs 

 and their retainers were busy putting the finishing 

 touches to the place. The Sirdar was inspecting the 

 records of the province in the morning and in the 

 afternoon held a review. About 300 Sudanese and 

 100 Jehadia (local irregulars) marched past. Then 

 came the levee. I marshalled the sheikhs outside while 

 the chief inspector. Fell, called them into the audience 

 tent, where they drank a cup of coffee in the Sirdar's 

 presence — a greatly appreciated honour. 



Following the levee came the distribution of presents, 

 which ranged from a gaily-caparisoned donkey for 

 Sultan Tambera, who sent his excuses for non-attend- 

 ance when he heard that there were presents awaiting 

 him, to a small mirror. Alas, all were discontented. 

 Not only were merchants more generous, but also 

 the French had spoiled the market four years before. 



