184 GRANITE ROCKS BEATING WOMEN. 
Day by day the stations become more difficult. 
Another caravan is to pass in a few days, which 
may give us more definite intelligence. I am writ- 
ing to Government and to my wife ; but of camels I 
am heartily sick. Gagliuffi's camel still sticks in 
my throat. It was the first to knock up. I 
have left it at Ghat — thirty-eight mahboubs gone. 
People want to make a fortune out of ni}^ poor ex- 
pedition. 
2d. — We made a long day of twelve hours, at first 
between granite rocks for four hours, and then over 
a sandy plain. This plain was at first scattered 
with pebbles of granite, but finally it became all sand. 
The granite rocks were mostly conic in form, and 
on our right rose one peak at least six hundred feet 
high. Further ofi' on the same side, at a distance, 
the rocks continued in a range, instead of being- 
scattered about like so many sugar-loaves placed 
upon a plane, as mountains are represented to child- 
ren. To-day the granite became stratified, or 
gneiss ; there were also some fine specimens of horn- 
blend. 
One of our Kailouee fi'Iends amused himself on 
the road by giving a good beating to his female 
slave. These people transact their domestic affairs 
in public with the utmost simplicity. They seem 
to think they are showing themselves in a favourable 
light by this brutal conduct, for I detect glances of 
pride throv/n towards us. Whenever these beatings 
occur — which they do at no distant intervals — 
