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is at its heiglit_, far more severe than ever experieneed^ and a gloom 
has settled on us all. My poor wife^s illness increases ; she is deli- 
rious_, and cries so piteously for tea^ which we have not to give her^ 
that all my energy will barely sufdce to stand up against so much 
ill fortune. 
It was the exaggerated report of this mishap by the Kyteh to 
the missionaries at Santa Croce (their station^ south of Lolnun) 
that resulted in the communication of our deaths by the late Mrs. 
Tinne^ then with her adventurous daughter and suite at that place^ » 
on their way to Gondokoro. We survived,, but^ alas ! that most 
amiable lady, with two European attendants and Dr. Steigner, fell 
victims to the pernicious miasma of the following rainy season in 
the vicinity of Bahar il Cazal. M^hen at a subsequent date on that 
lake they informed us they had reached Lolnun shortly after our 
departure for the interior, and had actually followed us as far as 
Ad or j but unfortunately we had also left that place. How different, 
with steam power at their command, might not our expedition 
have terminated had these most estimable ladies have overtaken us ! 
It being an exceptional privilege to repeat the report of one^s 
own death, and with due appreciation for the gpod feeling which 
prompted it, I quote the following from No. 527 of the Field 
''EEPOETED DEATH OF ME. PETHEEICK. 
" Travellers, sportsmen, naturalists, geographers, all know the 
name of John Petherick, a kind-hearted, plucky, powerfully built 
specimen of a true John Bull, who both in his private and in his 
official capacity as Her Majesty^s Consul at Khartoum, White Nile, 
has rendered much good service and protection to British interests 
in this out-of-the-way and distant region of Upper Egypt. His 
