"TO-MORROW, TO-MORROW!" 135 behind to give themselves up to the pleasures of town, and the blackness of African bush in the night-time swallowed up a greatly diminished company.

Trophies had been despatched to Khartoum—or left for despatch, for they arrived there months later—by camel to Singa, and thence by native boat to Khartoum. It is needless to say that the low state of the river and continual sand-banks entered into alliance with the one cry inevitable in Africa. From the " Mangwana " of Mashonaland to the " Bukra " of this country, " To-morrow, to-morrow," it is always the same over the whole length of the continent, and one marvels at anything being accomplished at all.

Yet above all, in this country, arrangement and planning are necessary. No one can start on a journey haphazardly without running considerable risk. In the 116 miles lying before us, only in two places could water be found, and two stretches of forty-six or forty-seven miles each had to be traversed without replenishment of water-skins or refreshing the camels.

So every available girba was filled in the fresh running stream of the Bahr-el-Azrak. The camels themselves took their fill, and the long trek was fairly begun. The full moon after a while made travelling easy by night, and the camel-men chanted their weird songs in turn to keep touch with each other the whole length of the line. Close behind me the first stanza began, tuneless and indeter-