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small crane, but, verily, it was most disproportion- 
ally thin, with very long neck and shanky legs. It 
was wandering about as if it had lost itself in the 
world ; and yet a bird losing itself in the world 
is a strange notion ! We met a couple of huntsmen, 
on the shoulders of one of whom was coiled a fine 
bleeding gazelle. These huntsmen had only bows 
and arrows, and they had managed to get a gazelle, 
whilst we, with all our matchlocks and muskets, had 
never been able to shoot one of these animals during 
our eight or nine months of passage through the 
desert. The Kashalla was exceedingly glad at my 
arrival, and got ready a bowl of new milk. He is a 
man of some fifty or sixty years of age, black, and 
with Bornou features, speaking a little Arabic. 
The greater part of the Bornou people know a few 
words of this language. The Sheikh sent him to 
bring the boat and our baggage. He is a friendly, 
quiet man, whilst the man sent by Haj Beshir, Said, 
is an impudent slave, and only thinking of what he 
can get by his journey. 
i saw, as I passed through the streets of Zinder 
this morning, a number of slaves chained together, 
going to the market ofKanou; so that this place 
is the great central depot of this merchandise. 
These were some of the fruits of the Sarkee's last 
razzia. 
9th. — The morning was cool, and we started early, 
and made six hours and a-quarter in a general south- 
east direction, through a continuation of scat- 
