MY OWN GUIDE. 
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[chap. III. 
■a guide ? No one knows the road.” The moon was 
up, and the mountain of Belignan was distinctly visi¬ 
ble about nine miles distant. Knowing that the 
route lay on the east side of that mountain, I led 
the way, Mrs. Baker riding by my side, and the 
British flag following close behind us as a guide for 
the caravan of heavily laden camels and donkeys. We 
.shook hands warmly with Dr. Murie, who had come 
to see us off, and thus we started on our march in 
Central Africa on the 26th of March, 1863. 
