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(sic) back alone to French territory. Our chief diffi- 

 culty, in dealing with the party, was that none of 

 us knew any language in which the slaves were 

 conversant. 



Wahbi Eff. gave me dinner. He had a great 

 recipe for preserving mutton, which tasted so much 

 better than skinny fowl or coarse venison. The 

 mutton was fried, or rather boiled, in well-salted 

 boiling fat, and so treated would last a month. 



In all dealings with natives and others I have 

 tried to draw a distinct line between official and 

 social intercourse. Nasr, as an important Sultan, 

 came to tea, and was amusing in an elephantine 

 way. His "tea" consisted of half a bottle of 

 whisky neat. He then saw me off. He has learned 

 quite courtly manners from the Arabs. 



I slept half-way to Dem Obo at Sangrefut. I was 

 told that this word, a joke of its sheikh, Onbashi, 

 means, "pass on, there is nothing here for you." 

 I had been asked to stay here, however. The people 

 declared that they were starving, and asked me to 

 shoot them something. I spent a morning doing 

 so. We soon came to another sportsman's paradise. 

 I so often allude to this Elysium that I hasten to 

 say that I have passed only four. I wounded a fine 

 cob which bolted from his herd and joined another 

 on the other side of a khor. I followed and saw 

 the treatment meted out to trespassers in the lower 

 creation. Barely had he arrived when a bull chal- 

 lenged him. I and the herd watched the fight with 

 interest. The wounded one, with a bellow, at last 



