WARS OF THE NINETIES. 106 and his master. An officer, pushing through th-2 crush, assured him that life would be spared now che battle was won, and then out of the hut came a tall man in a handsomely-worked jibba, whothrew downhis weapons and was promptlyseized by the soldiers. He was no less a personage than the Emir Mahmoud, the Khalifa's cousin and commander-in-chief of the enemy's and tarbushes on their bayonets. It was in the midst of this scene of mutual congratulations that the Sirdar at the head ofhis staff rfcde into the zereba. He was greeted with a new outburst of enthusiastic cheers. The battle had ended ina complete victory. TheBritishandthe Khedival regimentshad met the Dervishes hand to hand on their ownground,andutterly routed and destroyed them. Mahmoud was aprisoner and all that was left of his army was a panic stricken crowd fleeing for theirlives. The fight on the Atbara had done much more than put an end to the Dervish advance on the Upper Nile. It had opened the way to Omdurman and Khartoum.

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And now while the pursuit rolled across the Atbara and over the desert beyond, and while the iast shots were fired here and there in the zereba,British andSoudanese gave vent to their excitementin loud cheers, the black and white soldiers shaking hands and holding up helmets EGYPTIAN CAVALRY HORSES IN CAMP.