temporarily blocked by wooden doors, but the main gate was open, and through this the General passed into the heart of Omdurman.  Within the wall the scenes were more terrible than in the suburbs.  The effects of the bombardment were evident on every side.  Women and children lay frightfully mangled in the roadway.  At one place a whole family had been crushed by a projectile.  Dead Dervishes, already in the fierce heat beginning to decompose, dotted the ground.  The houses were crammed with wounded.  Hundreds of decaying carcasses of animals filled the air with a sickening smell.  Here, as without the wall, the anxious inhabitants renewed their protestations of loyalty and welcome; and interpreters, riding down the narrow alleys, proclaimed the merciful conditions of the conquerors and called on the people to lay down their arms.  Great piles of surrendered weapons rose in the streets, guarded by Soudanese soldiers.  Many Arabs sought clemency; but there were others who disdained it; and the whirring of the Maxims, the crashes of the volleys, and a continual dropping fire attested that there was fighting in all parts of the city into which the columns had penetrated.  All Dervishes who did not immediately surrender were shot or bayoneted, and bullets whistled at random along or across the streets.  But while women crowded round his horse, while sullen men fired carefully from houses, while beaten warriors cast their spears on the ground and others, still resisting, were despatched in corners, the Sirdar rode steadily onward through the confusion, the stench, and the danger, until he reached the Mahdi’s Tomb.

At the mosque two fanatics charged the Soudanese escort, and each killed or badly wounded a soldier before he was shot.  The day was now far spent, and it was dusk when the prison was reached.  The General was the first to enter that foul and gloomy den.  Charles Neufeld and some thirty heavily shackled prisoners were released.  Neufeld, who was placed on a pony, seemed nearly mad with delight, and talked and gesticulated with queer animation.  ‘Thirteen years,’ he said to his rescuer, ‘have I waited for this day.’  From the prison, as it was now dark, the Sirdar rode to the great square in front of the mosque, in which his headquarters were established, and where both British brigades were already bivouacking.  The rest of the army settled down along the roadways through the suburbs, and only Maxwell’s brigade remained in the city to complete the establishment of law and order—­a business which was fortunately hidden by the shades of night.

While the Sirdar with the infantry of the army was taking possession of Omdurman, the British and Egyptian cavalry had moved round to the west of the city.  There for nearly two hours we waited, listening to the dropping fusillade which could be heard within the great wall and wondering what was happening.  Large numbers of Dervishes and Arabs, who, laying aside their jibbas, had ceased to be Dervishes, appeared