than Germain, anxious to win distinction, embarked upon a most aggressive policy.  He occupied the Dinka country on the right bank of the river, pushed reconnoitring parties into the interior, prevented the Dinka Sheikhs from coming to make their submission at Fashoda, and sent his boats and the Faidherbe steam launch, which had returned from the south, beyond the northern limits which the Sirdar had prescribed and Marchand had agreed to recognise.

Colonel Jackson protested again and again.  Germain sent haughty replies, and persisted in his provoking policy.  At last the British officer was compelled to declare that if any more patrols were sent into the Dinka country, he would not allow them to return to the French post.  Whereat Germain rejoined that he would meet force with force.  All tempers were worn by fever, heat, discomfort, and monotony.  The situation became very difficult, and the tact and patience of Colonel Jackson alone averted a conflict which would have resounded in all parts of the world.  He confined his troops strictly to their lines, and moved as far from the French camp as was possible.  But there was one dark day when the French officers worked in their shirts with their faithful Senegalese to strengthen the entrenchments, and busily prepared for a desperate struggle.  On the other side little activity was noticeable.  The Egyptian garrison, although under arms, kept out of sight, but a wisp of steam above the funnels of the redoubtable gunboats showed that all was ready.

At length in a fortunate hour Marchand returned, reproved his subordinate, and expressed his regrets to Colonel Jackson.  Then it became known that the French Government had ordered the evacuation of Fashoda.  Some weeks were spent in making preparations for the journey, but at length the day of departure arrived.  At 8.20 on the morning of the 11th of December the French lowered their flag with salute and flourish of bugle.  The British officers, who remained in their own camp and did not obtrude themselves, were distant but interested spectators.  On the flag ceasing to fly, a sous-officier rushed up to the flagstaff and hurled it to the ground, shaking his fists and tearing his hair in a bitterness and vexation from which it is impossible to withhold sympathy, in view of what these men had suffered uselessly and what they had done.  The French then embarked, and at 9.30 steamed southward, the Faidherbe towing one oblong steel barge and one old steel boat, the other three boats sailing, all full of men.  As the little flotilla passed the Egyptian camp a guard of honour of the XIth Soudanese saluted them and the band struck up their national anthem.  The French acknowledged the compliment by dipping their flag, and in return the British and Egyptian flags were also lowered.  The boats then continued their journey until they had rounded the bend of the river, when they came to land, and, honour being duly satisfied, Marchand and his officers returned to breakfast with Colonel Jackson.  The meeting was very friendly.  Jackson and Germain exchanged most elaborate compliments, and the commandant, in the name of the XIth Soudanese, presented the expedition with the banner of the Emir who had attacked them, which had been captured at Reng.  Marchand shook hands all round, and the British officers bade their gallant opponents a final farewell.