STAY AT SAY 319 him one day, " Why don't you perform your salaam when the others do ? " " Commandant," he replied, " I am too small ; I will do it when I am married."

Well, the morning devotions over, mc used to go to work, for there was always something to do ; the boats needed repair, or we had to add to the iata, to unpack and repack the bales, send out parties to cut wood or straw, and last.

not least, to drill the men, and make them practice shooting at a target. We used to hear our carpenter Abdulaye singing as he conscientiously worked at oar-making, and his song did not varj- by an iota all the time we were at Say.

It was a very monotonous rhythm consisting of one word, Sam-ba-la-a-bd-i'-i'-t'-i'-t'-i''. Samba Laob', be it understood, was one of the heroes of the native resistance of the French in Cayor, and was killed in single combat with Sub-Lieutenant Chauvey of the Spahis in 1886. I don't think