1988 THE DOWNFALL OF THE DERVISHES of his restless activity, and he died as he had lived, eager to do his best, and utterly fearless of everything except failure.

“The untented Kosmos his abode He passed, a wilful stranger— His mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of Danger!”

Our little band of fifteen had received, indeed, more than its fair share of casualties in the day’s fighting. In addition to Howard’s death, Colonel Rhodes had been shot through the shoulder, and another correspondent had been slightly wounded in the face with a spent bullet.

The street fighting was over, darkness had fallen upon the city, and the weary troops at length bivouacked for the night. In addition to the wear and tear of the actual fighting, they had marched at least fifteen miles, for the most part in the full heat of the sun. Many of the men simply lay down as they were, and at once fell fast asleep. After the army an apparently endless succession of baggage animals filed wearily through the town. I gave up all hope of finding camels and servants amid the general confusion, and