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presence on the face of the water at all, turned and bolted out west at 
full speed. I was left alone, and much relieved. 
The adult camels were of the most disreputable, not to say dissolute 
appearance, great ugly tangled mats of loose hair hanging from their 
shoulders, ribs, and flanks, their small ears laid viciously aback, and with 
utterly disagreeable countenances. I half wish now that I had shot that 
leading bull—he would never have been missed! I don’t suppose that any 
one has been nearer to these strange beasts than I was that day; certainly 
I trust never to see them so near again—never in this world! 
While preparing these pages for press we are grieved to hear 
of the death of our friend Mr. William Garvey, whose adventure 
with the camels is narrated above (p. 279). Mr. Garvey, who 
was in his eightieth year, was a Gentil Hombre de la Camara 
to King Alfonso and had on various occasions, with his nephew, 
Mr. Patrick Garvey, entertained the monarch on his splendid 
domain. 
