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roughly speaking, as large as England. So, having sent word 

 previously that we would come and see him, Talbot and I 

 mounted our horses and rode up to his palace. 



KANURI Wfl.MEX 



On the road thither we met a string of about sixteen of 

 tlie Sultan's prisoners, all chained together neck to neck; 

 they were on tlieir way to work on the restoration of the 

 palace of the old Sultan, Kiari. He was the father of the 

 present man, whose name is Garoba. Kiari, unlike his son, 

 was a very warlike king, always fighting for the love of the 

 thing, and ccjnsequently no friend of the white man, whose 

 coming, the native well knows, brings peace. But one day 

 he met his match in the chief, Rabeh, the great scourge 

 of Central Africa, about whom we shall have more to say 



