514 JOURNEY TO CENTRAL AFRICA.

Before sunrise we reacted Kenneh. Here I was obliged to stop a day to let the men bake tbeir bread, and I employed the time in taking a Turkish bath and revisiting the temple of Dendera. My servant Ali left me, as his family resided in the place. I gave him a good present, in consideration of his service during the toilsome journey we had just closed. He kissed my hand very gratefully, and I felt some regret at parting with, as I believed, an honest servant, and a worthy, though wild young fellow. What was my mortification on discovering the next day that he had stolen from me the beautiful stick, which had been given me in Khartoum by the Sultana Nasra. The actual worth of the stick was trifling, but the action betrayed an ingratitude which I had not expected, even in an Arab. I had a charming ride to Dendera, over the fragrant grassy plain, rippled by the warm west wind. I was accompanied only by the Fellah who owned my donkey- — an amiable fellow, who told me many stories about the robbers who used formerly to come in from the Desert and plunder the country.

"We passed a fine field of wheat, growing on land which had been uncultivated for twenty years. My attendant said that this was the work of a certain Effendi, who, having seen the neglected field, said that it was wrong to let God's good ground lie idle, and so planted it. " But he was truly a good man," he added; "and that is the reason why the crop is so good. If he had been a bad man, the wheat would not have grown so finely as you see it."

from my longing and my sorrow ; you only can restore me, O my darling.

0 night, 0 night — 0 darling, I lie on the sands. O darling, take me in: give me a place by your aide, or I must go back wretched to my own country.