Major Denham rode nearly the whole of this day with Min Ali Tahar, the Gundowy Tibbo sheik, who was accompanying them to Bornou; he had some little difference with the sheik, of whom he was perfectly independent, and Boo Khaloom, ever politic, undertook to make up the misunderstanding; thereby not only showing his influence, but securing in a manner the future friendship of Tahar, whose district was always considered the most dangerous part of the Tibboo country, on the road to Mourzouk.  Tahar was a sharp, intelligent fellow, spoke a little Arabic, and had often asked Major Denham many questions about his country, and his sultan or king, but on this day he was more inquisitive than usual.  “Rais Khaleel,” said he, “what would your sultan do to Min Ali, if he was to go to England?  Would he kill me, or would he keep me there a prisoner?  I should like to be there for about a month.”

“Certainly neither the one nor the other,” replied Major Denham; “he would be much more inclined to make you a handsome present, and send you back again.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Min Ali, “I should take him something; but what could I give him? nothing but the skins of a dozen ostriches, some elephants’ teeth, and a lion’s skin.”

“The value of the present,” said Major Denham, “could be of no importance to my sultan; he would look at the intention.  Do you, however, befriend his people; remember the Inglezi that you have seen; and should any more ever find their way to your tents, give them milk and sheep, and put them in the road they are going.  Promise me to do this, and I can almost promise you, that my sultan shall send you a sword, such a one as Hateeta had on my return, without your going to England, or giving him any thing.”

“Is he such a man?” exclaimed Min Ali.  “Barak Allah! what is his name?”

“George,” replied Major Denham.

“George,” repeated Min Ali.  “Health to George; much of it! Salem Ali; George yassur. Tell him, Min Ali Tahar wishes him all health and happiness; that he is a Tibboo, who can command a thousand spears, and fears no man.  Is he liberal?  Is his heart large? Gulba kablr, does he give presents to his people?”

“Very much so indeed,” replied Major Denham; “some of his people think him too generous.”

“By the head of my father!” "Raas el Booe!” exclaimed Min Ali, they are wrong; the sultan of a great people should have a large heart, or he is unworthy of them.  Who will succeed him when he dies?”

“His brother,” answered Major Denham.  “What is his name?” asked Min Ali.  “Frederick,” replied the major.

“Barak Allah!” cried Min Ali; “I hope he will be like George, matlook (liberal). Salem Ali Frederick! How many wives have they?”

“No Englishman,” replied Major Denham, “has more than one.”

“A gieb! a gieb! wonderful! wonderful!” exclaimed Min Ali; why, they should have a hundred.”