KALLAKLA, WHITE NILE. 
29 
“ March mil. 
“ I devote myself to a very revel, writing to thee and thine. 
I am so well ! Since my letter of Monday last, no 
further tidings have been heard of the travellers from the Bahar il 
Gazal, and our man has not returned from Wallad Shallai; we 
expect him to arrive every moment. Poor Miss Capellan is full of 
anxiety ; I make her pass all the time with us she possibly can. 
Petherick is well and getting about again. 
Think what a change, sister ! at five in the morning I rise — at 
that time the bed-room is almost dark; the windows face north 
and west. 
I hear, being a light sleeper, the mission hell : it rings now at 
that hour. Dressing rapidly, I go to my cages to let out the fowls, 
giving them grain and water, the little pet birds and the parrot I 
also feed. At six a.m. we partake of an early light breakfast, and 
then visit the animals as in the old days. The weather is no longer 
cold, and we shall soon again sleep out at nights. The missionaries 
from Abyssinia give us on Sundays the benefit of their prayers 
and preachings. At nine a.m. we assemble here : Mademoiselle 
von Capellan, also Mr. Joyce, attend regularly; when service is 
over we converse for a time, and then breakfast. I forgot to 
mention that another European traveller is amongst us, Herr von 
Diependael : he too attends, and is frequently a welcome guest. 
“ KALLAKLA, 
“ Seven Miles feom Khartoum, White Nile, 
“ Easter Sunday. 
‘‘We have removed from Khartoum, and I believe we start 
for Cairo in ten days. We are now in tents, with the traps about. 
