STAY AT SAY 335 and not to follow Baudry's example, who one day served us some Prevet spinach, which tasted for all the world like boiled hay. If ever you travel with him, don't make him chief of the commissariat.

In the morning we also worked at making our map, for we should certainly never have been able to finish it in Paris in the limited time we should be allowed for it.

FUKI AKl_ill.NAKU We made a duplicate copy of the map, grosso modo from Timbuktu to Say, to guard against the possible loss of one of the barges. Then came the time for taking our daily dose of twenty centigrammes of quinine dissolved in two centilitres of alcohol, which, truth to tell, was anything but pleasant to the taste. Even Abdulaye himself, who could swallow anything, made a wry face at this terrible mixture ; but to help us to digest the everlasting mutton and rice boiled in water, and to keep down the