76 THE DOWNFALL OF THE DERVISHES of discomfort than we had. In short, disgust was often the prevailing sentiment with which one could contemplate our own camp, and it was a delightful relief to get away for a quiet, pleasant chat with one’s officer friends.

There are other types also. The ‘new hand,” some peaceful - looking journalist who has never fired a shot in his life, even at a bunny, stands before the door of his tent yclad in all the trappings with which Messrs. Silver adorn the noumenal war correspondent of their imagination. Every strap in the bran new kit is in its place, and the poor man is so festooned with cameras and field-glasses and revolvers and haversacks that respiration must be difficult, as he bumps along on his geegee in an enormous helmet. He cannot ride, to walk he is ashamed. Yet, if the “new hand’s” enthusiasm for a war correspondent’s career is not disillusioned by the stern realities of a Sudan campaign, he will appear in our next “little war” as an old hand, and will be all the happier for having left behind him the outfit dear to the war correspondent of comic opera, and donned. a less intricate _ but more effective costume.