11th.—­We started somewhat late, and made a good day of nine hours and a-half through winding narrow valleys, supplying a fair quantity of hasheesh.  The country around was wild and rugged—­still the same primitive formation, gneiss being the most common rock.  On the way we heard the story of the origin of the Kailouees, as given by the Haghar Tuaricks; it is probably meant as a satire.  According to this people, a female slave escaped from their country, and travelling over the desert, reached her native place in Soudan.  But she bore within her bosom a pledge that still half bound her to her ancient masters.  She brought forth a male child, and loved him and reared him; so that in process of time he took a wife, and from this union sprung the bastard race of Kailouees.

12th.—­We had halted the previous evening because we were within an hour of the well of Tajetterat, which had become famous in our caravan as the place where we were to be attacked and despoiled by the freebooter Sidi Jafel Waled Sakertaf.  This morning we pursued our way, cautiously sending scouts before.  But as the wady opened, the place proved to be desolate, and we advanced joyously, with the confidence that this time at least we had been disturbed by a false alarm.  Still, as we descended towards the well we could not now and then refrain from casting our glances about into the gorges of the mountains, to discover whether or not, after all, our enemies were lying in ambush there.  Not a living thing stirred upon the hills; and we gathered round the two wells, or rather holes scraped out of the sand, with feelings of delight and confidence.  The water proved to be good; it is said to be produced by rain, and to be purgative,—­a quality it must derive from the soil through which it trickles.  We determined, however, not to stop at this place, lest the men of Janet[7] might after all arrive; and pushing on, in hopes that our track might be confounded with those of the caravans, we reached, after a rapid march of five hours and a-half, the well of Esalan.  As we approached, we saw an encampment in its neighbourhood, and camels grazing about.  Our vanguard halted; and the whole caravan soon became massed in the entrance of the gorge through which we were about to issue.  Our far-sighted guards, however, soon discovered that there was no cause for alarm.  We had at length overtaken our Tanelkum friends; and riding forward I greeted them, and, forgetting all idea of danger, anxiously asked for our baggage, and above all for my inestimable supply of potted soups!

  [7] This name is sometimes written “Janet,” sometimes “Ghanet”
      by Mr. Richardson, who, moreover, now describes the
      inhabitants of the place as Haghar and then as Azgher.  A
      more definite account is given further on.  It appears,
      however, that vulgarly in the Sahara all the Tuaricks are
      called Haghar or Hagar, which seems to have been used rather
      indiscriminately in the caravan as a term of fear.—­ED.