As I lay, troubling myself with apprehension of the Kailouees, En-Noor of our escort came to pay us a visit.  He says he has been to his own town, and promises us better fortune higher up towards Soudan than we have hitherto had.  He is himself about to start with a large caravan for Zinder, in about twenty days.  Among other news, he tells us of the progress of the insurrection.  The tribes passed some distance to our right a few days ago, moving towards Asoudee and Aghadez, to instal a new Sultan.  The revolution is now at its height, but may soon be brought to a close.  It is fortunate that Tintalous lay out of the way of these rude desert revolutionists, as a visit from them might have been attended with evil consequence to us.

The excitement caused by this intelligence was a little calmed by the report that our camels had been heard of in the direction of Aghazar.  Our friend Mohammed is in full pursuit of them, with fair hopes of procuring their return.  En-Noor says that we shall certainly get them back,—­all; but he adds the qualifying phrase, Inshallah!—­if it please God!  Meanwhile “patience,” as my comforter advises me.  He is quite a narrative man, and enlarges on geography.  According to him, Asben is the Soudan name for all this country, whilst it is known as Aheer by the people of the north.

8th.—­I felt much better this morning, having got rid of the diarrhoea.  The weather was very damp, and the thermometer at six A.M. stood at 72 deg..  At one o’clock it rose to 90 deg., but still there was cool air flying about the tent.  The sky remained overcast all day, but birds were singing as if it were the opening of the Aheer spring.

Dr. Overweg remarks truly, that you cannot shoot a man in this country, even if he knocks you down and robs you; for that would be the murder by an infidel of a Muslim, and the whole population would rise up against you.  The observation may become a practical one of these days; and submission will prove to be the only remedy, whatever may happen.

Another result of practical observation!  We shall have to destroy our tin biscuit-chests, for all the people swear that they are full of money.  Our own servants go so far as to say that these chests, by exciting the curiosity and cupidity of the people, have been the causes of most of our misfortunes.  In whatever case, every European travelling through these countries will be considered to have half his baggage consisting of gold and silver.  I have been telling the people all along I have not any money, but no one quite believes me.

In this country, by the way, and all Saharan countries where many languages are spoken, a great deal is done by signs.  The sign of the crooked forefinger represents the crouching of man and beast under sickness; but no sign is more common than which represents the large Spanish dollar, namely, forming a circle with the thumb and forefinger, and turning the thumb downwards.