266 WITH THE CAMEL CORPS UP THE NILE.

ties), Jews, Italians, and every variety of Arab, from the pale-faced Copt through the yellow mongrel and brown Bishari down to the Kordofani that you literally couldn't get any blacker if you were to polish him with a blacking-brush for a fortnight all jostled each other in the bazaar. In the market outside sat crowds of women of all colours, each with several shallow round baskets of dates, vegetables, butter, or cheese in front of her all talking at once. Especially was this the case on Thursday afternoons (their Saturday), when the noise really surpassed Whitechapel Road on Saturday evening.

Such was the place we visited every day during the first month of our stay.