f54 WITH THE CAMEL CORPS UP THE NILE.

minute a dead or wounded man was carried past on a stretcher. The men were all fagged out, and although told to help themselves from the boxes in front of them, preferred trying to sleep to eating red stringy beef and dry biscuits, with no water to wash it down.

I tried in vain to get a wink of sleep between two camels, but the brutes wouldn't let me, and shifted their positions whenever I got comfortable. Scores of camels were shot ; you would hear that sickening " Fft !

" go into a camel close by you, and see the poor brute patiently lying there, with a stream of blood trickling from his shoulder or neck. After a time his head would drop lower and lower, till the neck got that peculiar kink in it that betokens the approach of the end, and over he would roll, quite silently. They never bellowed or tried to move when they were hit ; nothing but an occasional shake or shiver would tell that a bullet was in them. Cameron, the special correspondent of The Standard, was killed just about this time ; poor St. Leger Herbert was found stiff and cold amongst the camels shortly afterwards another valuable man gone.

At length, about 3.30, Sir Charles made up his mind