FROM KAYES TO TIMBUKTU 45 Bluzet rides at the head of the caravan, looking back every now and then, whilst two or three coolies run in the rear or on the flanks of our little column, like sheep d(s keeping a flock together. About a hundred yards behind the carts come Jolting along on their rumbling iron wheels, whilst the pack animals bring up the rear.

For one moment we file silently through the hush and calm of the tropical night, only broken by the cry of some bird, or the tap-tap of the Sudan woodpecker. But presently we come to a big hole in the ground, there is a shout of " Attention — Kini bulo ! " (to the right), and from one leader to another the cry Kiiii bulo ! is repeated, and