DROVE Of OXEN.

CHAPTER III FROM TIMBUKTU TO TOSAYE On January 22 we made a very short stage, and moored about mid-day at Getgelia, a little village picturesquely perched on rising ground of a reddish hue, a little below the mouth of the stream, which, as I have said, gives access to Day and Kabara.

We determined to spend the afternoon in making things snug. Hitherto we had put off from day to day the task of arranging our cabins. Now our three little craft are all the world to us, the floating castles which must drift down with us to the sea. Inch Allah! (God willing), as the Mussulmans say. We must shake down in them as comfortably as possible.

I occupy the fore-cabin of the Davoust, On one side is my plank bed, with, for mattress, the wrappings of the 93