THE SOURCE OF THE NILE. 441 
Here I left Kafmati Netcho, and was making my way 
towards the king’s tent, when I was met by a fervant of 
confidence of Kefla Yafous, who had that day commanded | 
the rear in the retreat, a very experienced officer, brave 
even to a fault, but full of mildnefs and humanity, and the 
moft fenfible and affable man in the army. He fent to de- 
fire that I would come to him alone, or that I would fend 
one of the Greeks that followed me. I promifed to do fo, 
after having anfwered moft of the queftions that he bade 
his fervant afk of me. After this I fearched for Strates and 
Sebaftos, who had been fick upon the road. 
I soon came up with them, and was more furprifed than 
I had been for feveral days, to fee them both lie extended 
on the ground; Strates bleeding at a large wound in his 
forehead, {peaking Greek to himfelf, and crying out his leg 
was broken, whilft he preffed it with both his hands below 
the knee, feemingly regardlefs of the gafh in his head, 
which appeared to me a very ugly one, fo that I, of courfe, 
thought his leg was ftill worfe. Sebaftos was lying ftretch- 
-ed along the ground, fcarcely faying. any thing, but fighing 
loudly. Upon my afking him whether his arm was broken? 
he anfwered feebly, that he was a dying man, and that his 
legs, his arms, and his ribs were broken to pieces. I could 
not for my life conceive how this calamity had happened 
fo fuddenly, for I had not been half an hour abfent talking 
to Kefla Yafous’s fervant; and, what feemed to me ftill 
ftranger, every body around them were burfting out into fits 
of laughter. 
Att Manomet’s fervant, who was the only perfon that I 
faw concerned, upon my afking, told me that it was all ow- 
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