MARCH OF THE CARAVAN — ADUDAI. 
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Ath. — The weather is getting colder and colder. 
The last few days have been quite chilly, with a 
strong wind blowing from the east. This morning 
it was quite uncomfortable, the thermometer having 
fallen for the first time to 60° at sunset. We 
started early, and made seven hours in a south- 
eastern direction. It was a nice ride; but as the 
day advanced we 'got much sunburnt. After three 
hours we passed on the left the little village 
Zouazgher. The caravan showed again very pic- 
turesquely, the burdens tumbling off from the don- 
keys in the most delightful confusion, and the 
girls squalling for help. I ate on the road some 
Soudan dates, as they are called by the Arabs, 
and found them pleasant — a sort of bitter sweet. 
The name of the tree and of the fruit is, in Bornou, 
bitu. In Haussa the tree has two names, aduwa 
and tinku. Our course to day was up a fine 
valley, down which the water in the rainy season 
runs from east to west. There was abundance of 
trees and herbage. At this place, however, lions 
abound, and last night a camel was eaten by them. 
We encamped opposite a mountain, rising pretty 
high in sugar-loaf shape, called Adudai. Over the 
carcase of the camel hovered a small flock of 
eagles. 
A Bornouee fighi, called Mustapha, from the 
country Malamdi, west of Kuka, tells us he has 
been six months at Aghadez. According to him, 
the route from Aghadez to Timbuctoo is one month. 
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