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—an interest in his meals—failed me. From what. I 
remember of the bill of fare, tinned salmon and 
currant buns were the standing dishes at every repast. 
I was so far fortunate in having fellow-sufferers of an 
agreeable disposition, and in mutual sympathy we 
derived the means of alleviating our discomforts and 
awaited patiently our release at Aden. 
After a few days at this unjustly vilified spot, where, 
perhaps, the kind hospitality of General and Mrs. Blair 
caused me to view everything too much—not couleur 
de rose , that would be out of place in Aden, where a hot 
red tint preponderates—but couleur de verdure , I set 
out for Suez, and had an exceedingly rapid passage, 
in the British India S.S. Dacca , of under five days. 
Owing to the quarantine, however, this advantage was 
neutralized, as I just missed the overland mail, and 
had to resign myself to a week in Egypt, which was 
not unpleasantly spent in looking up old friends and 
revisiting old haunts. 
Then travelling via Brindisi and Calais, I reached 
London on the 31st of December, 1884; in spite of all 
delays, not much more than six weeks after I last saw 
the snow-peaks of Kilima-njaro from the reedy shores 
of Lake Jipe. 
Thus ends the history of my expedition to the snow 
mountain of Eastern Equatorial Africa. 
A sketch of the results of my researches and obser¬ 
vations in Natural History, Anthropology, Languages, 
&c., will be given in the following chapters. 
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